No Ecstasy lyrics

[Intro: Real Boston Richey & Woodboy Gee]
Man, I told my n*gga Woodboy Gee he from the Southside now
You already know what the f*ck goin' on, man, 38 Ridge Road sh*t, n*gga
Stop playin’

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Woodboy Gee]
I don't pop no ecstasy
I'd rather pour up lean ’cause pills don't do enough for me
n*ggas slidin', cross that chop, they can't get next to me
Necklace half a lamb chop, your n*gga ain't got the cheese
Your n*gga ain't got the cheese, lil' b*tch, you gon' f*ck or not? (b*tch)
I hit the airport, get a rental, park it at my spot (Skrrt)
No competition, but in my city, I got the biggest watch (The biggest)
I hit up Richey, hold your motion ’cause the city hot

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Geezy say the city hot, this sh*t here for the feds
I trap on Tuesdays and Thursdays, these n*ggas scared
Bеfore my chain, Nucho gave me his and lеt me wear it
Wee just say he need a thick b*tch look like Rocky Red

[Verse 2: Woodboy Gee]
She look like Rocky Red, Bubba Kush, the price droppin’ (Bubba)
I might can take you to the Ritz, but I can't take you shoppin’ (Nah)
I'm at the office out the sunroof, a Miami Dolphin (For sure)
Lil' b*tch keep throwin' me in my motion ’cause she steady talkin'
[Verse 3: Karri DaFinesser]
Lil' b*tch keep tellin' me she got motion, she tryna act bossy
How many b*tches havin' motion from lil' Gee and Boston?
I'm finesse y'all with a .38 baby, Mr. Public Housing
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what they doin', just keep that money pilin'

[Verse 4: Woodboy Gee]
Just keep that money pilin', n*gga told right at the station (Huh?)
I f*ck with YIC, but we ain't takin' applications (YIC)
The plane land, we get the case and it's a celebration (That 'bow)
f*ck the police, the detectives, and the federation

[Verse 5: Dank]
And the federation, tell me why these n*ggas hatin' (They hatin')
A fifty-ball in thirty days, boy, my trap ain't vacant (Fifty-ball)
Two SRTs back to back, me and Richey racin' (Vroom)
Gotta keep a Glock case these n*ggas wanna take me (Bah-bah)

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Woodboy Gee]
I don't pop no ecstasy
I'd rather pour up lean 'cause pills don't do enough for me
n*ggas slidin', cross that chop, they can't get next to me
Necklace half a lamb chop, your n*gga ain't got the cheese
Your n*gga ain't got the cheese, lil' b*tch, you gon' f*ck or not?
I hit the airport, get a rental, park it at my spot
No competition, but in my city, I got the biggest watch
I hit up Richey, hold your motion 'cause the city hot