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Letra : XXL Freshman Freestyle: Real Boston Richey
Rose gold Patek one-eighty-five, perfect timing
Dank and Lock gon' hold the trap down just like a lineman
Beat her doony down that bitch gon' need a new alignment
Shoot if it go down, n***a, I don't just be rhymin'
I done popped that n***a bubble, that man there he tried to pop it
Got your chain and your car took, n***a, your ass flockin'
You know I fuck with Pompano, I hit the club on Kodak boppin'
You see me fly to L.A., I'm buyin' bubbles while I'm shoppin'
You see me with your bitch, her head down, I'm gettin' noggin
Police hit the lights, go and ask 'em, I ain't stoppin'
Ridge Road youngin, raised up a real problem
Nobody die from my hood yet, we ain't droppin'
A different class, I'm special ed, all I see is red
I done upgraded my vision, different swag with a different head
By the time you get another car you gon' have some scrawn legs
I never brag about a bitch that's known for giving head
I be doped up off the meds
I love my nappy fro n***a, I ain't tryna grow my dreads
Ziru brought twenty plates the same day he went to feds
I told her about a pussy and I fucked and left her dead
All these n***as pussy, bitch you heard about what I said
Killing Cajun women 'cause they're young alright, they gon' swim in lead
They done swung the choppa, almost hit lil what's-his-name in his head
Forty rack n***a, Boston cummin' on all these n***as' heads
Troy lackin' at the hookah bar, I bust his fuckin' head
Me and Lock gon' stomp 'em out, Momma left his ass dead
N***a, I'm Soo Woo banging n***a, told you all I see is red
Fuck a n***a up out my hood, I'm tryna avoid the bloodshed
Dank and Lock gon' hold the trap down just like a lineman
Beat her doony down that bitch gon' need a new alignment
Shoot if it go down, n***a, I don't just be rhymin'
I done popped that n***a bubble, that man there he tried to pop it
Got your chain and your car took, n***a, your ass flockin'
You know I fuck with Pompano, I hit the club on Kodak boppin'
You see me fly to L.A., I'm buyin' bubbles while I'm shoppin'
You see me with your bitch, her head down, I'm gettin' noggin
Police hit the lights, go and ask 'em, I ain't stoppin'
Ridge Road youngin, raised up a real problem
Nobody die from my hood yet, we ain't droppin'
A different class, I'm special ed, all I see is red
I done upgraded my vision, different swag with a different head
By the time you get another car you gon' have some scrawn legs
I never brag about a bitch that's known for giving head
I be doped up off the meds
I love my nappy fro n***a, I ain't tryna grow my dreads
Ziru brought twenty plates the same day he went to feds
I told her about a pussy and I fucked and left her dead
All these n***as pussy, bitch you heard about what I said
Killing Cajun women 'cause they're young alright, they gon' swim in lead
They done swung the choppa, almost hit lil what's-his-name in his head
Forty rack n***a, Boston cummin' on all these n***as' heads
Troy lackin' at the hookah bar, I bust his fuckin' head
Me and Lock gon' stomp 'em out, Momma left his ass dead
N***a, I'm Soo Woo banging n***a, told you all I see is red
Fuck a n***a up out my hood, I'm tryna avoid the bloodshed
