Cut Off Boston Richey lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, Boston Richey, the [?]
Uh, got them blicks in here
Uh, uh, yeah, uh

[Verse]
What kind of king try to diss Boston Richey?
And the gang that you claim? Woke up, n*ggas switchin'
A [?], n*ggas can't turn off Boston Richey
I'ma say that sh*t again, n*ggas ain't cut off Boston Richey
Whatever n*gga swang through this b*tch fast, they gon' get it
Talkin' real trash bag, Glad bag, still in the trenches
If you see a n*gga that hang with me with a blick, he gon' blick it
If you hear a n*gga say that they f*ck with me, n*ggas trippin'
I need all mine, if I'm out here flexin', then it's all mine
Quick to cut off his water just like the leaves whenever it's fall time
Go ask a b*tch I f*cked, she a ten, the lil' b*tch still mine
Talk about all that drill sh*t, but don't drill sh*t when it's drill time
Huh, f*ck it, I bought twenty K [?] fifty ball
Acting like you the only rap trap shooter, I'm sick of y'all
This sh*t I got in my pants'll knock a pus*y n*gga blicky soft
[?] hit ya wall, and knock ya picture off
n*gga, don't diss on me, go diss on a n*gga that did somethin'
Different type of n*gga, every time we swung on somethin', we hit somethin'
Foenem walk down gang, 'cause n*ggas known for gettin' they sh*t stomped
Took off like a plane, just go and ask 'em, we gon' hit somethin'
[?], I took a bat just like [?]
I f*cked the n*gga b*tch, oh, you forgot? Must I remind you?
Know we winnin' up in this sh*t, you pus*y n*ggas got Alzheimer's
I'll hang a b*tch jersey up, straight up clothesline him
You know I f*ck with EST, me and my n*gga, we all shiners
I'm forever gon' trap these bricks, until the f*ckin' law find me
Catch his ass, shake him like a pit, catch me out on dog timing
Still on that FBG sh*t, I'm just on God timing
Pay a n*gga to straighten yo' sh*t, I'm talking straight up clothes ironing
None of that pus*y sh*t can't fly, but I bet them bugs flyin'
If yo' b*tch say she won't f*ck on Boston Richey, that ho lying
Young n*gga ain't never kill nothin', but he gon' spray when it's go time
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, man
Live from off The Block, man
Don't even play with us, man
We gettin' it, man
I don't even be dissin' n*ggas, man, we gettin' money and f*ck hoes, man
Live From The Block, pus*y