Real Boston Richey - IDK lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey
Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon' stop shit
(Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe, baow)

Let that MAC fly
I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich
Ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the
Crowd yellin' my name, i know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me
Tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in
I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit
I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts
I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G
Bein' on that ho shit

Tone, me, and RenKen, we slidin', nigga
That's 'bout four switch
We all fucked the same bitch
She done took 'bout four dicks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends
I ain't in no mix had a mission set up by
The club, I'm lookin' like
"Where my ho went?" like, damn, bae
You did me like that? I
Should've blocked your ass
Set a rich nigga up, bitch
I would've bought a bag
Your last nigga was cappin'
'fore he seen Boston, i got all the cash
Post three hundred on the
'Gram, they be like
"Where his flossin' ass?"
Nigga, I can take some pain
Only pain I lost a bag
Nigga say he want some smoke, fuck 'round
Leave him coughin' bad
Thuggin' on the block with the older niggas
That's where I got my swag
Fucked her at my mama house
That's why the bitch just walked out fast

Let that MAC fly
I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich
Ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the
Crowd yellin' my name, i know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me
Tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in
I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit
I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts
I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G
Bein' on that ho shit

Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these
Niggas be on some poor shit
Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga
I never wrote shit
Know I'm in that mode when
I'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit
I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy
And more shit
Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car
The low stick
I ain't dappin' them niggas up
I don't even know jit
Fucked a bitch from the north side
From the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"
Don't let her find out where you stay
That's how you get your door kicked

Let that MAC fly
I get my turned up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I'm double R, they call me Richey Rich
Ain't no Rolls-Royce
Spot my bitch from out the
Crowd yellin' my name, i know my hoe's voice
Two bitches tryna sandwich me
Tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my door in
I don't even know shit
I ain't even sold shit
I ain't sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts
I ain't been with no bitch
Even though I know I'm slidin' with G
Bein' on that ho shit