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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Youngv1z
Songwriter
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
Raheem Miller
Songwriter
Jorgen Sweeney
Songwriter
Martin Neumann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Youngv1z
Producer
moicbeatz
Producer
HardOCC
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Mixing Engineer
Raheem Miller
Recording Engineer
Heem
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I'ma just— (Ayo, V1z, you fuckin' crazy)
Hold on
The fuck? What up? With who? Who? For real?
Alright, say no more
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap **** dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy ****, ain't shit free
I ball on ****, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me
****, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these **** ho me
****, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the fuck you think I'ma do to a **** that don't even know me?
[Verse 1]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it
****, I'm simply made for bad bitches, why these **** be on my dick?
Fuck 'round, pop me a ****, no Diddy, ****, I'm the first lil' kid that did
We them fuckin' young ****, don't send shit up without no switches
You a pussy-ass lyin' bitch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, ****, that's my shit
Retarded-ass lil' ****, you don't even look like you fuckin' on fine shit
I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to fuck on a dime bitch
For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime shit
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the fuck y'all get me started?
****, my whole fuckin' hood know I'm heartless
****, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
I got M's like I'm Meek Milly
And I fuck with Meek, but a **** that diss me can't even make it out the city
I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy
I ain't never whacked a ****? What the fuck you on, ****, is you silly?
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap **** dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy ****, ain't shit free
I ball on ****, I'm too elite, I can't go OT
I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me
****, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these **** ho me
****, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the fuck you think I'ma do to a **** that don't even know me?
[Verse 2]
Juries-talkin'-ass ****, Spanish-walkin'-ass ****
A **** act like my ex-bitch, pull them panties out your ass, ****
Come to the Yams tryna vacay, fuck 'round, send them gravediggers
I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass ****, I'm out here paid with it
**** cap 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? ****, I'm stayin' with it
I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, bitch, I'm G and stayin' litty
Pop out by myself
Whole world done see me go through what I went through, ****, I ain't need no help
Treat a skinny-ass **** like I'm daddy, ****, go get my belt
Ayy, ****, I ain't gon' lie, ****
I ain't take this shit, none of this shit personal, ****
Ayy, ****, I stayed quiet when you **** dissed me, ****
I just been buildin' this shit up, ****, fuck a ****
I'm out here with it, ****
You dig?
[Verse 3]
Kickin' shit just like jiu-jitsu
Got your chain snatched two times, fuck that drill rapper too
I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass ****, they whackin' too
These **** I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves
And these **** ain't even go to school
Yes, these ****, they know to shoot
Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?
I don't even know who the fuck is fool
All these pussy-ass **** food
All these rap **** pickin' sides
My whole city pull homicides
Boston Richey too bonafide
When I hit my city, bitch, I'm outside
These **** can't even go outside
Last **** played, you know he died
I don't even do this rappin' shit
I'm ready to let that window down
Talk like that 'cause I'm a real fuckin' Florida ****
I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, ****
Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, ****
And I know a **** gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a ****
How many hats you bought? ****, I ain't trippin', I can afford a ****
Fuck a rap ****, get your chain took when you in Florida, ****
On God, think twice before you **** diss Boston
Real shit popper, ask 'em how shit crossed 'em
We'll take the SI, **** can't speak 'cause the blick called him
Fake-ass trappin' ****, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
[Outro]
I'm a real street ****
Real trick ****, lotta money, ****, I be shit talkin'
Yeah, ****
I don't, ayy, yeah, ****, that's how this shit go, ****, you dig me?
Don't diss me
Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster, Jorgen Sweeney, Martin Neumann, Raheem Miller, Youngv1z