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Real Boston Richey

Send A Blitz

Send A Blitz

(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow
(PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Man, this shit on the floor

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of going home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talking to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here paving a way when dog was out here swiping phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thugging with whitey-tighties on
Love to fuck a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they asking Boston, "Will your niggas take life?"
Get that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the fuck I'ma stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma fuck you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lacking, that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trapping Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flying P's or you fucking, that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
Fucked up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Real bitch know Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the fuck these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas saying he got some smoke, fuck it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwing up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't banging Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, sliding through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smelling just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not posting for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eating some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
Fucked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of going home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

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