XXL Freshman Freestyle: Real Boston Richey lyrics

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Rose gold Patek one-eighty-five, perfect timing
Dank and Lock gon' hold the trap down just like a lineman
Beat her doony down that b*tch gon' need a new alignment
Shoot if it go down, n*gga, I don't just be rhymin'
I done popped that n*gga bubble, that man there he tried to pop it
Got your chain and your car took, n*gga, your ass flockin'
You know I f*ck with Pompano, I hit the club on Kodak boppin'
You see me fly to L.A., I'm buyin' bubbles while I'm shoppin'
You see me with your b*tch, her head down, I'm gettin' noggin
Police hit the lights, go and ask 'em, I ain't stoppin'
Ridge Road youngin, raised up a real problem
Nobody die from my hood yet, we ain't droppin'
A different class, I'm special ed, all I see is red
I done upgraded my vision, different swag with a different head
By the time you get another car you gon' have some scrawn legs
I never brag about a b*tch that's known for giving head
I be doped up off the meds
I love my nappy fro n*gga, I ain't tryna grow my dreads
Ziru brought twenty plates the same day he went to feds
I told her about a pus*y and I f*cked and left her dead
All these n*ggas pus*y, b*tch you heard about what I said
Killing Cajun women 'cause they're young alright, they gon' swim in lead
They done swung the choppa, almost hit lil what's-his-name in his head
Forty rack n*gga, Boston c*mmin' on all these n*ggas' heads
Troy lackin' at the hookah bar, I bust his f*ckin' head
Me and Lock gon' stomp 'em out, Momma left his ass dead
n*gga, I'm Soo Woo banging n*gga, told you all I see is red
f*ck a n*gga up out my hood, I'm tryna avoid the bloodshed