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How You Coming - Real Boston Richey

How You Coming

Real Boston Richey

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Uh, uh, uh

Tell that boy that's that Public Housing shit

Every song, I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man

We pushin' payroll, we gettin' money, man

Oh, that's how you comin' now?

This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house

Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies

I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high

And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches be buggin' out

Them .45 bullets big as fuck, look like they juggernaut

Can't close the spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot

I see a nigga get some money, then I get a spot

Like, hold on, wait

How much them bricks again?

Niggas ain't dead, fuck it, go and spin again

Fucked 'round and missed my show, I'm at the spot tryna get them chickens in

I don't give a fuck, nigga, if you nine or 12, nigga, I don't fuck with pigs

Fuck 'round, and I do 'em way bad, just put this dope up in your wig

Man, bring 'em in, take a risk, bitch, let's run up these Benjamins

Bought a car last year, a whole 'nother nigga wrecked my shit

I'm stickin' with my nappy 'fro, I ain't tryna go and mat my wicks

They come and go, I'm rich, you can't even name a ho' that I can't hit

All I do is pick, before you blink, that lil' bitch hit

Then go repent, before I know it, I'm doin' this shit again

We ain't never got no M's together, nigga, you ain't my twin

Can't do me in, gotta know I'm the realest this shit gon' get

Oh, that's how you comin' now?

This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house

Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies

I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high

And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches be buggin' out

Them .45 bullets big as fuck, look like they juggernaut

Can't close the spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot

I see a nigga get some money, then I get a spot

Like, hold on, wait

No matter what, I'ma run up me more cake, uh, uh

I'm sellin' D, but I ain't talkin' D'ussé, no, no

I can't trust none of these niggas, they movin' flake, uh, uh

Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face, uh

That Maybach old as fuck, that bitch there an '08

Nigga, check the date, nigga, your timin' late, uh, uh

Check on your bitch, her period late, nigga

I'm runnin' from her, that's your problem, nigga, okay?

- It's already the end -