Real Boston Richey
Known Menace
[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n***a Doe, baow)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
I'll shoot a n***a ass with that— like I'm Cole Bennett

[Verse 1]
I'll shoot a n***a with that blicky like I'm Cole Bennett
I'll buy his bitch Givenchy, n***a, this that boss business
N***as ain't standin' on no business, n***as so stingy
Went up in my closet, took out a ticket, bought Pluto a rose pendant
Check my stats up in the city, n***as know I'm a known menace
Uh, I was trappin' up out an ounce, I was at the store with it
Still fuckin' on these n***as' hoes when I ain't have no pendant
Sometimes I ain't have no rubber, I still went and dove in it
I don't want no lover, rather make a bitch suffer
Rathеr fuck a bitch, delete hеr number, and give it to my brother
I can't cuff a bitch, she can fuck somebody else, that's on my mother
I'm a nasty jit, make her eat it up and still go home and cuddle

[Chorus]
Oh, you like that? Huh?
How I pipe that, huh?
She an old school ho, how you wife that? Huh?
We'll slime that n***a out, straight up wipe that boy
Tryna come through the block lurkin', we done sniped that boy
Came up way too poor, I can't wife no whore
I can't wife no shone, I don't like them hoes
They know shotta crackhead, n***as tryna wipe my doors
N***as pussy as fuck, I'm thinkin' 'bout all them pipes we stole
[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, baby girl, I'm that n***a
I can get 'em whacked, n***a
I be pushin' crack, n***a
N***a, you a flat n***a
N***a, your pockets touchin', n***a
N***a, you ain't got nothin', n***a
Before you fuck a bitch, you should go get you some money, n***a
Go run you up somethin', n***a
Back then, we was buckin', n***a
Then we started hustlin', n***a
Now I got them fuckin' figures
Fuck that n***a, ain't fuckin' with him
Fuck you, you ain't nothin', n***a
Bitch-ass n***a, feel me?

[Chorus]
Oh, you like that? Huh?
How I pipe that, huh?
She an old school ho, how you wife that? Huh?
We'll slime that n***a out, straight up wipe that boy
Tryna come through the block lurkin', we done sniped that boy
Came up way too poor, I can't wife no whore
I can't wife no shone, I don't like them hoes
They know shotta crackhead, n***as tryna wipe my doors
N***as pussy as fuck, I'm thinkin' 'bout all them pipes we stole