Real Boston Richey - Red Rum

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

Uh, nigga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through sprayin' nothin'
Say you slingin' them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin'
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My niggas'll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you fuckin' on me if I had to pay somethin'
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't shit to commit a murder, it ain't shit to pull a redrum

Seems like I be only fightin' the thoughts that's in my head, huh?
Uh, seen so many unmarked cars right 'fore the feds come
Pull up and check a nigga, they be like, "I ain't said nothin'"
Oh, I'm trippn', I thought a lil' broke-ass nigga said somethin'
Mmm, too many fuckin' bands, can't keep my pants up
Bitches be lyin' to me, sayin', "Boston Richey handsome"
You leavin' 'cause I'm cheatin', stupid bitch, that ain't the answer
You fuck me way too good, I gotta take you up for ransom
Your youngins too pussy, mine swing that shit on camera
Every chance I get, I fuck her good, go and ask her
Stripper bitches love me 'cause I throw money on dancers
I ain't cuffin' hoes, my brother want her, then I pass her

Uh, nigga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through sprayin' nothin'
Say you slingin' them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin'
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My niggas'll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you fuckin' on me if I had to pay somethin'
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't shit to commit a murder, it ain't shit to pull a redrum

Bitch, I'm a trapper-turned-rapper, do you dig me?
Say that your man got more money that me, is you shittin' me?
Forever trappin' dope, forever shootin' semis
It ain't no cappin', before this rap, nigga, I had ten kis
This shit tax-free, nigga, we livin' rent-free
Bitch, you goin' out sad, you fuck a nigga that drive a hemi
Heard he tryna spoil you like I do, but he ain't me
Bitch from 'cross the water, but way in Florida fuckin' a Yankee

Uh, nigga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through sprayin' nothin'
Say you slingin' them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin'
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My niggas'll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you fuckin' on me if I had to pay somethin'
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't shit to commit a murder, it ain't shit to pull a redrum

Written by:
Jalen Foster

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