Real Boston Richey - Don't Get Me Started lyrics

What's up, ho? 'Cause when the fuck you
Started talkin' like that? Bitch what?
Fuck you mean, ho? Ha ha haha
(Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe)

Don't get me started, bitch
Your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch
I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga
I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma
Go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that
G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you
Know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early
Every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you
Niggas know I ain't even started, nigga

I ain't never been to Cali'
Tell 700 I ain't even cappin'
Might text me a bitch, say, "LOL, " on me
I ain't even laughin'
These pussy niggas takin' extra L's
They really lackin'
If I had to choose between
Trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin'
If I had to choose
Between fightin' or shootin'
I'm goin' for clappin'
Might take your bitch for
Ransom, roll her up, and go kidnap her
You know I ain't chasin' hoes
I'm out of breath like I got asthma
I'm gettin' money like Chicken Man's son
But, I ain't no snapper
I'm bendin' the corner
Whippin' that Ghost through this
Bitch like I'm Casper
I'm draped in Dan, but not Lil Baby cousin
This shit here Dapper
I told my bitch just take her time
I don't know how to change no Pamper
But, I could be your man and run
The streets and still be a rapper

Don't get me started, bitch
Your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch
I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga
I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma
Go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that
G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you
Know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early
Every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you
Niggas know I ain't even started, nigga

Don't get me started, nigga
I'll bust a move and up my rank
If I can't fuck you, bitch, don't play
You know you fuckin' dank
Bitch can't even hit the
BnB you ain't fuckin', what you think?
I'm thuggin' hard, but to my mama
She still think I'm a saint
Uh, nigga tryna rock my boat
Don't know they gon' sink
Uh, nigga try to bend that road, on God
He gon' sing I'm belt to ass on all
These niggas like Pootie Tang
And I just came in for the bag
I don't want the fame
You know I'm raised up in
This shit like Raising Cane's
She say she full of wizard
Might make her give up the brain
I'm young and turnt, I want a bust down, no
Not plain i ain't flew to Cali' since I
Lost one-fifty on that plane

Don't get me started, bitch
Your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch
I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga
I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma
Go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that
G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you
Know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early
Every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you
Niggas know I ain't even started, nigga