Real Boston Richey – IDK (Official Audio) Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey
I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon’ start shit
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bow)
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 bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy
Crackers came one 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’m slime with G been on that ho shit
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 midst
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
Yo’ last nigga cappin’ ‘fore see Boston, I got all the cash
Post three-hundred on the ‘Gram, they be like, “Where his losses at?”
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 nigga, that’s where I got my swag
Fucked her at my mama house, [?]
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 bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy
Crackers came one 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’m slime with G been on that ho shit
Got to 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 hit a jigga, don’t even post shit
I be out her jiggin’ 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
Fuck the bitch from the Northside, from the back, I screamed out, “4 shit”
Don’t let her find out where you stay, that’s how you get yo’ 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 bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy
Crackers came one 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’m slime with G been on that ho shit
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