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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Section8
Producer
Heem Beatz
Mastering Engineer
@nfeparis
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Huh, uh
Dun, dun, uh
Bum, uh, uh, uh, uh
Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up
Yeah, uh
Bum, uh, huh
Bum, bum, huh
Bum, bum, uh
Aye, aye
[Verse 1]
**** in competition, mmm, but I know **** trippin'
I spent three hundred K on my pendant, two hundred K on what I'm whippin'
And, oh yeah, not to mention, hella bread up on my bitches
You know who did them killings, everybody over here got—
Slap a bitch if she don't listen, wake up, bitch, go clean my dishes
I'm too turnt to rock them Dickies, turnt ****, gon' rock Givenchy
Bitch, I'm too turnt for them kisses, save it for that **** that's with you
Bitch, lil' Boston'll never hit you, I'm that **** that'll come and get you
When your **** kick you out, take you back up to my spot
Penthouse, top floor, this shit your **** ain't even got
Before I was trappin' Hubba Bubba, me and Ray was hittin' the pot
Dirt road, trappin' hard, tryna run up me a knot
[Verse 2]
I could do what I want, hit the jeweler and buy me a bitch a tennis
I go do what they don't, fuck a bitch, then buy the bitch a pendant
Buy some shit they won't, **** hatin', but I keep on shittin'
I ain't never miss no day in the trap, ****, I got perfect attendance
Mmm, trap out the store, lil' ****, we winnin'
Swingin' that pole, lil' ****, I'm with it
Give me them 'bows and I'ma go gon' get it
**** be hoes, they count fetti
You ain't my bro, ****, I ain't friendly
Where the coat? ****, I'ma hit it
Fuck that bitch until I'm finished
I can blow this shit in a minute
[Chorus]
I can blow this shit, I can blow this shit in a minute
Uh, I can blow this shit, ****, I can buy a bitch a tennis
I can blow this shit, ****, I can blow this shit in a minute
I can blow this shit, I can go and buy a bitch some titties
[Verse 3]
I can blow it like I made the dollar bill myself
I got my **** with me, I ain't run this shit all by myself
It costs to drip like this, lil' ****, you better watch your step
If you ain't from the Southside, fuck ****, I don't need your help
The bitch ain't movin' right, it's only right the bitch get left
Take my pain out on a bitch, she gotta feel all what I felt
If a bitch fuck on my brothers, that's some shit I can't accept
But a bitch fuck on another ****, that's somethin' I can't accept
Check me out up in the city, Boston Richey havin' rep'
Bitch, I'm trappin' everything, but I'm scared to trap that meth
All these brooms we got over here, **** play, you gettin' swept
Bitch, don't talk to Boston Richey, you got dick up on your breath
[Chorus]
I can blow this shit, I can blow this shit in a minute
Uh, I can blow this shit, ****, I can buy a bitch a tennis
I can blow this shit, ****, I can blow this shit in a minute
I can blow this shit, I can go and buy a bitch some titties
Written by: Brian Roke, Jalen Taheen Foster, Rai'Shaun Williams