Boston Richey Lyrics

He a Rat on the but play it crazy call em Boston richey Young nigga fresh as hell, should've signed to Michael amiri

I'm a turnt , young nigga, I'm signing bitches titties

You a burnt ass nigga, let me buy your jewelry

You doing all this talking, you tryna fuck or what

You too freaky, bae, I won't put it in your, uh, huh

Flowers for my main, bitch, she conceited huh

I love my side hoe, but she get straight meat, stick, huh

Brody say keep rapping, young nigga, you can be rich

Huh, yeah, huh, huh

It's cold as fuck, and in the d , this moncler , not working

I was stabbing in her guts like I was a surgeon

Niggas mad cause they fell off , boy, you not important

We get them gone through the air like they was Mike Jordan

I'm Kareem in the paint, you is not scoring, huh, yeah

Ayy, Ill fuck you and your friends, on my mama I never gave a fuck

We only want that white not no tan like the Ku Klux

We in the jungle every day, we got monkey nuts

And we young, and we having, they can't fuck with us

How much you want for that pussy? I'll pay to fuck

Text all the hoes in vanish mode, cause yall run your mouth

We ain't make it to the bed, I hit her on the couch

And your daddy was a rat, so that make your ass a mouse

I ain't telling about no hoes, cause I be fucking niggas' wives

Light DTE, bro, we cut niggas light

I trick on bad bitches, bae, I'll buy your flight

I'm still fresh as hell, it mx1's looking tight

Yeah, n****s can't even fuck with me if they tried

On bro, R.I.P. Crumbles, nigga, R.I.P. Peewee the Fatman

Yeah, and she fire with the head, she blew me down like a tuba

Diamonds on my neck, these bitches dancing like they skuba

I'm a dog on the court , hacking niggas like computers

Yo man's dog with his Glock, man, that n***a ain't no shooter

Yeah, All Facts Lil Nigga

Where yo cat lil nigga huh?

Where yo racks lil nigga huh?

You a cap lil nigga yea