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Real Boston Richey - IDK (Official Audio)
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Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****, Richey
Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon' stop shit
Known to let that MAC fly just like my **** Doe, baow
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit
Tone, me, and RenKen, we slidin', ****, that's 'bout four switch
We all fucked the same bitch, she done took 'bout four dicks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain't in no mix
Had a mission set up by the club, I'm lookin' like, "Where my ho went?"
Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should've blocked your ass
Set a rich **** up, bitch, I would've bought a bag
Your last **** was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash
Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?"
****, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag
**** say he want some smoke, fuck 'round, leave him coughin' bad
Thuggin' on the block with the older ****, that's where I got my swag
Fucked her at my mama house, that's why the bitch just walked out fast
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit
Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these **** be on some poor shit
Freestyle all my shit in the booth, ****, I never wrote shit
Know I'm in that mode when I'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit
I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more shit
Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick
I ain't dappin' them **** up, I don't even know jit
Fucked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"
Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked
Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in, I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit
Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster, Paul L Jr Williams
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