Bullseye 2 lyrics

[Intro: Future & Real Boston Richey]
Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains ten hundred thousand
One of my rings cost a house (Havin' our way with this sh*t)
Few of my b*tches, can't live without 'em (DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing
n*ggas pus*y, Ronda Rousey, f*ck with me, don't f*ck without me
Hula-hoop-ass n*gga got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a n*gga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
f*ck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, f*ck him, kill him dead
f*ck it, buy his b*tch a wig, f*ck his b*tch, I love to see it
I'vе been on this sh*t since I was a kid, all this sh*t I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on sh*t, keep 'еm out my mix
I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion sh*t
Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in
Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' sh*t
Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these f*ck n*ggas'll snitch
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Future]
Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots
All that f*ckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f*ck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye
Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots
All that f*ckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f*ck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)

[Verse 2: Future]
Freeband chain, Kris Jenner
All my lil' n*ggas nothin' but spinners
Audemars my gang member (Yeah)
AP for my main, hold up
One of my outfits least a key, damn near touchin' a half a B
If my n*gga wasn't Jigga, I'm the type go after Bey
And I still'll smash on Ci, I got two-fifty on me
Like the quarterback of the Chiefs, I'm in the field without no cleats
Bringin' in seals by the P, pour up drink, but I don't get sleepy
I'm on pills and I'm geeked, but this money got me tweakin'
Turnin' good girls to freaks, she ain't with me, she with the streets
Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets
Two of my chains ten hundred thousand
One of my rings cost a house
Few of my b*tches, can't live without 'em
Drench gang, slime 'em out
[Verse 3: Real Boston Richey]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing
n*ggas pus*y, Ronda Rousey, f*ck with me, don't f*ck without me
Hula-hoop-ass n*gga got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a n*gga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
f*ck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, f*ck him, kill him dead
f*ck it, buy his b*tch a wig, f*ck his b*tch, I love to see it