Real Boston Richey - What They Did lyrics

[Real Boston Richey - What They Did lyrics]

Uh, it's funny how he fly me out
He say we're flyin' forever
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
They say it's a stocked account, but I go buy my bitch whatever
'Fore I buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever

I ain't paintin' no faces, bitch, nigga play, I'm shootin' whoever
If my uncle go against this shit, that's on my mama, I'm bringin' pressure
I don't care 'bout makin' a name, fuck a bitch only for my pleasure
Why the fuck this bitch actin' like she the prize? Bitch, you ain't no treasure
If you fuck with me, you do what I say, 'cause, bitch, you in my world
Rob a nigga, make him put his hands in the air like a fuckin' Barbie girl
I ain't singin' to a bitch, who the fuck you think I am, Robbie Earl?
I ain't braggin' up on no bitch, you say he ain't fuckin', you think I can't tell?
I ain't drivin' and takin' no risk, send them bags right through the mail
Bitch, I'm bringin' cash money, won't catch me out, send the shit through Zelle
If I get caught with these bricks, that's on my mama, I'm gettin' the chair
I buy ass, I buy titties, and I even buy some hair

Way I pop out with this switch, they say, "That shit there ain't even fair"
Broke her heart and still don't listen, bitch, you know I don't even care
In the back of the car straight gettin' it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin' Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can't get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin' 'bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin' squid

Chop a brick up like karate
Ran it up so fast, they thinkin' I went and signed to Illuminati
Throwin' B's up, you would never catch me slidin' in Maseratis
Bitch, I made that Bubba music, but play with cocaine like I'm Gotti
You ain't gotta ask me, do I move? You want it? Nigga, I got it
Got my whole hood in control, nigga, just like I'm Shawty
Every time that shit went down, you ain't have to ask me, nigga, I shot it
Nigga be fallin' in love with these bitches, all these bitches 'bout it
I ain't movin' if I ain't gettin' profit

Way I pop out with this switch, they say, "That shit there ain't even fair"
Broke her heart and still don't listen, bitch, you know I don't even care
In the back of the car straight gettin' it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin' Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can't get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin' 'bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin' squid

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