Video Idk de Real Boston Richey 2024 Rap Lyrics

Real Boston Richey - Idk Lyrics

Idk Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey
Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon' stop shit
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

[Chorus]
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 bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my 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 know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

[Verse 1]
Tone, me, and RenKеn, we slidin', nigga, that's 'bout four switch
We all fucked thе same bitch, she done took 'bout four dicks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain't in no mix
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
Your last nigga was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash
Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?"
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 niggas, that's where I got my swag
Fucked her at my mama house, that's why the bitch just walked out fast
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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 bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my 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 know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

[Verse 2]
Gotta 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'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit
I be out here juggin' 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
Fucked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"
Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked

[Chorus]
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 bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy
Crackers kicked my 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 know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit