(Ayo, run that up, Rami)

Huh, Rich

Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell)

I got this shit on the floor (Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don't like lil' homes

Every day, got a brand new bitch, ****, I'm tired of goin' home

Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"

Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on

Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone

I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones

You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam

And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on

Love to fuck a nat-nat, but on my son, ****, I can't wife a shone

Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your **** take a life?"

If that bag involved, shit, ****, you damn right

All this cash on me, tell me, why the fuck I'ma stop at lights?

Bitch, I'ma fuck you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right

Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight

We was trappin' Bubbs when **** ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe

You either flyin' P's or you fuckin', that's how you get your flight

Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type

Fucked up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight

Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys

Lil' bitch know that Boston really the shit like a porta-pot

You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots

Why the fuck these **** tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot

Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what it's 'bout

**** sayin' he got some smoke, fuck it, ****, let's shoot it out

**** throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?

We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, ****, we at the shooter spot

These lil' **** ain't on gang, these lil' ****, they goobered out

Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, ****, we Ubered out

If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out

Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out

If that bitch not postin' for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out

Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out

Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot

Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out

Fucked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide

Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out

Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot

Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot

Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, ****, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don't like lil' homes

Every day, got a brand new bitch, ****, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)

Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"

Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on