Rapta - Boston Baby

Trappin so hard we gon blow 50
We be rollin up backwoods yea no swishers
Got dior on my feet in a new city
We gon make em disappear like Houdini
Yeah we come from the norfside
Birkin bag I’m sitting court side
Jayson Tatum he hit for the 4th time
All these bitches be hittin my phone line

Bitch imma Boston baby
I’m throwing down all the cards I’m playin
Just free the dog right behind bars I’m sayin
Yea I whip the phantom and drop the satan yea that’s what I’m sayin
I don’t cap for this shit
Quit the packing I only roll spliffs
If u ain’t no money maker you a bitch
Get yo ass up in the back take a flick
Me and my dawgs gettin rich quick
Diamonds all over my links bitch
I buss the bezel right wrist
Big lou Vuitton on my side chick
And all them shots go pop like this
My rolly don’t tik tok that’s my shit
Im feeding my dawgs u ain’t feed shit
When I go abroad imma eat like this
I Finna stuff up some bricks in the mattress
I jus sold my own rolly and copped me a patek
My bitch be rollin backwoods she an addict
They call the me the brinks cuz my atm stacking
I’m hitting jack that’s a double up
We be thumbing through 100s I run it up
We Finna slide in the Bentley truck
I be catching them eyes guess I’m comin up

Bitch imma Boston baby
I’m throwing down all the cards I’m playin
Just free the dog right behind bars I’m sayin
Yea I whip the phantom and drop the satan yea that’s what I’m sayin
I don’t cap for this shit
Quit the packing I only roll spliffs
If u ain’t no money maker you a bitch
Get yo ass up in the back take a flick

Written by:
MATTHEW RAPOSO, RYAN OCONNELL

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