Real Boston Richey - Bullseye lyrics

Bup, bup, bup, bup!
I been always with this shit
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Bubba chain a hunnid 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 drink 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 midst
Ion't even be tryna connect hoes
With this motion shit
Know the po-lice stayin' next door
Still gettin' them bubba's in
Hoe 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 sloured 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

No matter where I'm at
I'm always lookin' through my third eye
Young turnt nigga
She say that what she need up in her life
I don't gotta rush
I do this shit, I take my time
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes
They ain't my type
They half a dime
Put them niggas in a line
We gon' knock 'em all down
You a never catch me slippin'
That how that last nigga died
You know I'm made for this shit
You could see it in my eyes
Ready to cross a nigga out
We ain't never making ties
(ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Real hitter
Trap nigga and a bad bitch getter
If I hit the yard
I'm runnin' round tryna stab niggas
But I came too far
I can't even go back nigga
Know we slimed 'em out
Come and get yo lick back nigga