Real Boston Richey - Send a Blitz lyrics
[Real Boston Richey - Send a Blitz lyrics]
(Ayo, run that up, Rami) Huh, Rich
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell)
I got this shit on the floor
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it
I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga
I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch
You in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix
My windshield wipers on
Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick
She don't turn me on talkin' to the pussy
That freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when
Dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City
That's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son
I was out here thuggin'
With whitey-tightiеs on
Love to fuck a nat nat, but on my son, nigga
I can't wife a shone
Only thing thеy askin' Boston
"Will your niggas take a life?"
If that bag involved, shit, nigga
You damn right all this cash on me
Tell me why the fuck I'ma stop at lights
Bitch, I'ma fuck you good
But, you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama
We shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas
Ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you fuckin'
That's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties
I ain't got no type
Fucked up when they let us get them switches
I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time
Might knock down forty guys
Lil' bitch know that Boston really
The shit like a porta-pot
You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit
I love them thots
Why the fuck these niggas tryna steal my
Shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit
I don't know what it's 'bout
Nigga sayin' he got some
Smoke, fuck it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Nigga throwin' up, "Z's" in the
Middle of the road, say
What them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money
Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on
Gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch
Slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers
I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it
Come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for
A couple days, shit, boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit
I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails
You know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side
I got my tooley out
Fucked her from the back, way too much
I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral
He had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred
We get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches
I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we
Slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out
Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it
I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga
I'm tired of goin' home
(Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch
You in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix
My windshield wipers on
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell)
I got this shit on the floor
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it
I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga
I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch
You in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix
My windshield wipers on
Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick
She don't turn me on talkin' to the pussy
That freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when
Dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City
That's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son
I was out here thuggin'
With whitey-tightiеs on
Love to fuck a nat nat, but on my son, nigga
I can't wife a shone
Only thing thеy askin' Boston
"Will your niggas take a life?"
If that bag involved, shit, nigga
You damn right all this cash on me
Tell me why the fuck I'ma stop at lights
Bitch, I'ma fuck you good
But, you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama
We shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas
Ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you fuckin'
That's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties
I ain't got no type
Fucked up when they let us get them switches
I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time
Might knock down forty guys
Lil' bitch know that Boston really
The shit like a porta-pot
You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit
I love them thots
Why the fuck these niggas tryna steal my
Shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit
I don't know what it's 'bout
Nigga sayin' he got some
Smoke, fuck it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Nigga throwin' up, "Z's" in the
Middle of the road, say
What them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money
Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on
Gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch
Slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers
I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it
Come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for
A couple days, shit, boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit
I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails
You know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side
I got my tooley out
Fucked her from the back, way too much
I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral
He had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred
We get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches
I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we
Slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out
Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it
I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga
I'm tired of goin' home
(Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch
You in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix
My windshield wipers on