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Real Boston Richey

No Peace

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Hip-Hop/Rap

No Peace fue lanzado el 8 de noviembre de 2024 por Freebandz Global/Epic como parte del álbum Richey Rich

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumRichey Rich

Fecha de lanzamiento8 de noviembre de 2024

Sello discográficoFreebandz Global/Epic

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM80

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Real Boston Richey

Real Boston Richey

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Youngv1z

Autoría

Jalen Taheen Foster

Jalen Taheen Foster

Autoría

Raheem Miller

Autoría

Jorgen Sweeney

Autoría

Martin Neumann

Autoría

Producción e ingeniería

Youngv1z

Producción

moicbeatz

Producción

HardOCC

Producción

Ethan Stevens

Ingeniería de mezcla

Victor "Vic" Luevanos

Victor "Vic" Luevanos

Ingeniería de mezcla

Raheem Miller

Ingeniería de grabación

Heem

Producción

Letra

[Intro]

I'ma just— (Ayo, V1z, you fuckin' crazy)

Hold on

The fuck? What up? With who? Who? For real?

Alright, say no more

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, they just say a rap **** dissed me

Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy ****, ain't shit free

I ball on ****, I'm too elite, I can't go OT

I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me

****, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these **** ho me

****, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace

Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski

What the fuck you think I'ma do to a **** that don't even know me?

[Verse 1]

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it

****, I'm simply made for bad bitches, why these **** be on my dick?

Fuck 'round, pop me a ****, no Diddy, ****, I'm the first lil' kid that did

We them fuckin' young ****, don't send shit up without no switches

You a pussy-ass lyin' bitch, see me slidin' in a two-tone, ****, that's my shit

Retarded-ass lil' ****, you don't even look like you fuckin' on fine shit

I'll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to fuck on a dime bitch

For bodies, I'ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins'll go try to slime shit

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the fuck y'all get me started?

****, my whole fuckin' hood know I'm heartless

****, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished

Hey, get low, them youngins I'm with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo

I got M's like I'm Meek Milly

And I fuck with Meek, but a **** that diss me can't even make it out the city

I'm a real big Blood, go and ask, I'm a main Billy

I ain't never whacked a ****? What the fuck you on, ****, is you silly?

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, they just say a rap **** dissed me

Before that, he wanted a feature, pussy ****, ain't shit free

I ball on ****, I'm too elite, I can't go OT

I was on some tricky shit, they done fucked 'round and brought out the old me

****, I don't never be speakin' on shit, but ain't nan' one of these **** ho me

****, I wave red flags, I don't wave no white flags, I don't want no peace

Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski

What the fuck you think I'ma do to a **** that don't even know me?

[Verse 2]

Juries-talkin'-ass ****, Spanish-walkin'-ass ****

A **** act like my ex-bitch, pull them panties out your ass, ****

Come to the Yams tryna vacay, fuck 'round, send them gravediggers

I don't even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass ****, I'm out here paid with it

**** cap 'bout catchin' me slippin', who? ****, I'm stayin' with it

I be talkin' 'bout all them M's 'cause, bitch, I'm G and stayin' litty

Pop out by myself

Whole world done see me go through what I went through, ****, I ain't need no help

Treat a skinny-ass **** like I'm daddy, ****, go get my belt

Ayy, ****, I ain't gon' lie, ****

I ain't take this shit, none of this shit personal, ****

Ayy, ****, I stayed quiet when you **** dissed me, ****

I just been buildin' this shit up, ****, fuck a ****

I'm out here with it, ****

You dig?

[Verse 3]

Kickin' shit just like jiu-jitsu

Got your chain snatched two times, fuck that drill rapper too

I got country killers, these cornbread-eatin'-ass ****, they whackin' too

These **** I hang with still on Facebook, they don't got no IG moves

And these **** ain't even go to school

Yes, these ****, they know to shoot

Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?

I don't even know who the fuck is fool

All these pussy-ass **** food

All these rap **** pickin' sides

My whole city pull homicides

Boston Richey too bonafide

When I hit my city, bitch, I'm outside

These **** can't even go outside

Last **** played, you know he died

I don't even do this rappin' shit

I'm ready to let that window down

Talk like that 'cause I'm a real fuckin' Florida ****

I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, ****

Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, ****

And I know a **** gon' get punched in it, when I'm out, record a ****

How many hats you bought? ****, I ain't trippin', I can afford a ****

Fuck a rap ****, get your chain took when you in Florida, ****

On God, think twice before you **** diss Boston

Real shit popper, ask 'em how shit crossed 'em

We'll take the SI, **** can't speak 'cause the blick called him

Fake-ass trappin' ****, go and ask him how much the brick cost him

[Outro]

I'm a real street ****

Real trick ****, lotta money, ****, I be shit talkin'

Yeah, ****

I don't, ayy, yeah, ****, that's how this shit go, ****, you dig me?

Don't diss me

Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster, Jorgen Sweeney, Martin Neumann, Raheem Miller, Youngv1z

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