[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Uh, check
Check out my wrist
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Check out my bitch
Check out my wrist
Uh, ayy

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Put them hoes down, over here, we like lit bitches
Let my main bitch go pick a ho, I don't pick bitches
She think that I'm cheatin' when I ain't home, but I ain't with bitches
Bitch, watch how you run down on Lil Boston, I got a big blicky
It ain't shit to get a bitch digits
Had my jewelry on with all my cars and, boy, this 650
Let my main ho suck all day, I don't care how a bitch kick it
Bust a quarter brick straight out the wrapper, look like a McChicken
Can't go home 'cause my bitch trippin'
Bitch be tryna beat on me, Boston, he don't hit women
Dripped the bitch in Christian Dior just to make sure hеr feet different

[Verse 2: Guapo]
Yeah, Lil Guap in MIA with two hoеs, bitch, I'm big pimpin'
Mmm, Hellcat Durango, I wrecked that bitch just to show you it ain't rented
Yeah, ask about the boy 'round where I stay, gon' say I stand on business
Went and got some sliders, the bitch was bad, I damn near fucked my dentist (Yeah)
I'm young and turnt, plus I got racks and all my chains on tennis (Yeah)
I fucked 'round, sold so many books, might see Lil Guap on Guinness
(Yeah)
Jump out the plane in any state, they greet Lil Guap with lead (Yeah)
I'm in MIA catchin' plays, I'm tryna fuck Sexyy Red
She put it in her face, lil' ratchet hoes be havin' the best head
Told that bitch don't miss her blessing, this might be your best chance
When it come to beef, we step on shit, bitch, send your best man
I don't give a fuck 'bout fame, we snatchin' chains if that bitch worth bands
Turned into a stripper, up that switch and watch that bitch dance
And anytime n***a played with my name, I made sure somethin' bled
[Verse 3: Real Boston Richey]
I'm like anytime a n***a played with my name, I made some shit bled
Boston can't beat a n***a ass, brick him down just like I'm Craig
That's on my mama, it ain't shit, fuck it, bust a lead
Every hit we did, cracked a head, we don't shoot at legs

[Verse 4: Guapo]
Yeah, they want Lil Guap to rap, I'm in that trap servin' hand in hand
Streets might think I caught a hat 'cause I shaved my dreads
They call Guap when they need somethin' smacked, charge an arm and legs
I'm the one put this shit on my back just like a bike with pegs