Future, Real Boston Richey - Bullseye 2 lyrics

Pluto Richey Richey Pluto, however
You wanna say it
(Bah bah bah bah)
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand
One of my rings cost a house
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
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
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out
For tryna go around me
Know I get a nigga 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 him
Kill him 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
Ion't even be tryna connect hoes
With this motion shit
Know the police stayin' next door
Still gettin' them bubba's in
Ho you know I don't play Connect Four
Ain't with that playin' shit
Can't afford the real, 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 niggas 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' niggas nothin' but spinners
Audemar my gang member (Yeah)
AP for my main, hol' up
One of my outfit's least a ki'
Damn near touchin' a half a B
If my nigga 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 quarter bag of the cheese
I'm in the field, 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
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out
For tryna go around me
Know I get a nigga 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 him
Kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it