Real Boston Richey
Bullseye
[Intro]
Buh, buh, buh, buh
I been always with this shit
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

[Verse 1]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran it up in public housing
N***as pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula-hoop-ass n***a got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a n***a ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
Fuck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig, fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I've been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion shit
Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in
Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit
Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through, all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck n***as'll snitch

[Chorus]
Servin' Crystal Falls just like the haves and the have-nots
All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass sloured out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass, and call it, "Bullseye"
Servin' Crystal Falls just like the haves and the have-nots
All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass sloured out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend, pop his ass, and call it, "Bullseye"
[Verse 2]
No matter where I'm at, I'm always lookin' through my third eye
Young turnt n***a, she say that's what she need up in her life
I don't gotta rush, I do this shit, I take my time
I ain't fuckin' with these hoes, they ain't my type, they half a dime
Put them n***as in a line, we gon' knock 'em all down
You'll never catch me slippin', that's how that last n***a died
You know I'm made for this shit, you could see it in my eyes
Ready to cross a n***a out, we ain't never making ties (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Real hitter, trap n***a, and a bad bitch getter
If I hit the yard, I'm runnin' 'round, tryna stab n***as
But I came too far, I can't even go back, n***a
Know we slimed him out, come and get your lick back, n***a