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Real Boston Richey
Vocals
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
Delanious Leon Ward Jr.
Composer
Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DdotFreezing
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Lyrics
Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however you wanna say it
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains a hundred-thousand
One of my rings cost a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em
Trench gang, slime 'em out
Bubba chain a hundred-thousand
Ran it up in public housing
**** pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula hoop ass **** got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I get a **** ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med
I be on that drank instead
Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck 'em, kill 'em dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
I don't even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion shit
Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them bubba's in
Hoe, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit
Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through, all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck **** a snitch
Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
All that fuckin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye
Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
All that fuckin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)
Freeband chain, crib driller
All my lil' **** nothin' but spinners
Audemar my gang member (Yeah)
AP for my main, hol' up
One of my outfits least a ki'
Damn near touchin' a half a B
If my **** wasn't Jigga, I'm the type to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the Chiefs
I'm in the field, got no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
Pour up drink, but don't get sleepy
I'm on pills and I'm geeked
Wait, this money got me tweakin'
Turnin' good girls to freaks
She ain't with me, she with the streets
Cost two-thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets
Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand
One of my rings cost a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em
Trench gang, slime 'em out
Bubba chain a hundred-thousand
Ran it up in public housing
**** pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula hoop ass **** got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I get a **** ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med
I be on that drank instead
Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck 'em, kill 'em dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
Written by: Real Boston Richey, Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn