Rob49, Real Boston Richey - Yes, You Did lyrics

Gang
Don't even look over here (Thanks, Yakree)
Gang
Shit (Shit)

Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas
Yeah, pull up, S550
Spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her
Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah
Rich 'round real killers
Yeah, could've been a victim, I
Ain't say that, yes
You did
(Bah)
I'm so deep
My duffy and my bag and my Prada
Yeah, 4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T.
Reppin' that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked
Overflowed
He won't do whatever I do, this
Nigga my son, that's on folk
Nigga

Yeah, niggas wan' see my downfall
When you get some money, number one rule
Put your mans on
Bubble for eight hundred, I got it for low
Feel like I scammed son
Hundred pounds a day
I got my cake up off of cell phones
Still hustlin' 'til my day come
Dog nigga who known for droppin' whores
When I need badder bitches
Starvin' just like Marvin when you
Niggas was eatin' Sunday dinner
Love a bitch who treat me like a God
Never touch my business
Send drugs to the house
You tell me stay every time
I come and get 'em
Lord, yeah, paid in full like Ace 'nem
Ballin' like I'm Shaq twin
Yeah, trappin', rappin', same time
Packin' in my backend
Yeah, steppin' on they neck
I just ran up a check
House arrest, six months, but I bounced back
Just thank the Lord I rap, nigga

Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas
Yeah, pull up, S550
Spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her
Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah
Rich 'round real killers
Yeah, could've been a victim, I
Ain't say that, yes
You did
(Bah)
I'm so deep
My duffy and my bag and my Prada
Yeah, 4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T.
Reppin' that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked
Overflowed
He won't do whatever I do, this
Nigga my son, that's on folk
Nigga

Make sure my bitches and
My glizzies get makeovers
New BBL
They say you catch a body
You in the chances of goin' to Hell
I'm already flamed up
I don't think I too much care
Under investigation
They say I'm poppin' fraudulent
Checks at Wells
But them crackers trippin'
They know I'm out here
Trappin' and sellin' bales
Know my phone jumpin'
You know I ain't gotta run to every cell
I got my hood jumpin'
You know I ain't do this shit all by myself
Is she good at fuckin'? You know
I'm buyin' bundles of that hair
I'm blowin' that shit, bitch, I don't care
I'm not talkin' 'bout buyin' some ass
I'm talkin' 'bout lettin' off them shells
I'll fuck, then turn around, then
Fuck the game, no
It ain't fair
I don't care nothin' 'bout no rap shit
I'm still out here servin' squares

(Shit) Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas
Yeah, pull up, S550
Spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her
Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah
Rich 'round real killers
Yeah, could've been a victim, I
Ain't say that, yes
You did
(Bah)
I'm so deep
My duffy and my bag and my Prada
Yeah, 4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T.
Reppin' that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked
Overflowed
He won't do whatever I do, this
Nigga my son, that's on folk
Nigga