[Intro]
(Jcabz)

[Chorus]
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the bitch, fuck tears, pop shit and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the shit still
Shut up, n***a, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh)
Havin’ a bitch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my bitch live
Told my plug don’t send no more of them Bubbas 'til this shit chill, uh
N***as be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' shit is
You fuck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill

[Verse 1]
N***a, shit real, n***a, you too Hoffa
When it come to mafia business, n***a, shit colossal
Eye for an eye, n***a, I'd hate to turn you to a fossil
How I'ma take you serious, n***a? Your ass a known clique hoppеr
I’m the type of n***a to stand on business еven when it’s hard for me
N***as switched Lil Boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me
Havin' plenty thoughts of killin’ n***as that tarnished me
Half of these n***as pussy, I don't know no n***a that's hard as me
Fuck a n***a, I don't need nobody, go in revenge mode
I was raised up different from these n***as, I don’t vent to hoes
Put that money before this shit I believe in, n***a, I'm lettin' you know
If I can go back and switch the time up, I still'll flip a 'bow
Uh, these days, I spend my money on buyin' cars
Boston Richey a couple million up, I ain't gotta flodge
Not to mention, it's over a million in my car garage
All these n***as pussy, it's hard to camoflauge
You would think I'm goin' back on tour 'cause, n***a, I'm back outside
N***as think they puttin' out my torch, n***a, I'm full of fire
Me, I'm certified, with this shit, I'm bonafide
All the n***as I used to hang with, it's fuck them guys
[Chorus]
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the bitch, fuck tears, pop shit and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I'm still the shit still
Shut up, n***a, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh)
Havin' a bitch like havin' a safehouse, can't know where my bitch live
Told my plug don't send no more of them Bubbas 'til this shit chill, uh
N***as be out of pocket, they don't know what poppin' shit is
You fuck 'round, get your ass killed, I'm tryna tell you, jit, chill

[Verse 2]
N***as in another n***a business, where your money at?
N***as speakin' on Boston business, n***a, I don't fuck with that
Low life how I'm livin', n***a, I'm ducked off where them cutters at
Speakin' up on my business, n***a, that's type of shit that get you smacked
Every club I hit, n***a, I got it packed, frrt, uh
Everything I lost, n***a, I got it back, mm
Every bitch I lost, I can go and get 'em back
Why you n***as ain't proud of Boston Richey? I was trappin' crack
Touched a million cash before the deal if we talkin' packs
Take me back to thirteen years old, I was tryna catch a hat
Forever tryna slime a n***a out, but I ain't screamin' slatt
Hard up on a bitch, she was screamin', "Boston, cut some slack"
I'm a Hellcat whipper, I won't push up in a Scat
In the south side of Tallahassee, they'll bust you for a stack
I'ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where I'm at
I'm a felon, n***a, but I still gotta keep a gat