Lyrics 5 Star – Real Boston Richey
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don’t matter how thick the b**ch is
I won’t put her before my loot
I’m fresh as f**k, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another n**ga what I won’t do
I be DMing b**ches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I’ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that b**ch slidin’ up my coupe
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that b**ch on mute
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that b**ch on snooze
B**ch, I make my calls, f**k these old n**gas, ain’t paying my dues
She gon’ lick it all, that’s the only way she come to my room
If you pay for a hit,, don’t never call my phone, just check the news
I can’t pay for a hit ’cause these n**gas that I’m with, they with the s**ts
I can’t take a pic ’cause if my b**ch see it, she gon’ think I hit
If we make a flick, b**ch, we gotta use my phone, b**ch, you ain’t slick
Out here doing wrong to make it right, that’s why I’m trappin’ bricks
You out here doing wrong, hatin’ on the youngins like Uncle Ice
I ain’t gotta use my phone, I get on ‘Iami time and go and swipe
N**ga want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that’s just my price
If not, it’s nice to meet you, I’m really lit for life, this ain’t no hype
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don’t matter how thick the b**ch is, I won’t put her before my loot
I’m fresh as f**k, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another n**ga what I won’t do
I be DMing b**ches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I’ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that b**ch slidin’ up my coupe
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that b**ch on mute
I might wake up, blow some cheese
I might go to sleep off that lean
I might drip your b**ch Celine
Twenty-three hundred, that’s just on jeans
Yeah, New Year’s with the stars, I be comin’ out way too clean
I done ran it up off these trees, now I run it up off these beats
I done ran it up out the streets, I done ran it up off these keys
I might bless a ho if she sneeze, f**k you, b**ch, no, you can leave
Back in the day, these h0es ain’t wanna f**k, now they tryna meet
Real runner-up, thuggin’ in these streets, n**ga, just hand me my cleats
I’m way up out that n**ga league
Trappin’ bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon’ be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I’ma go and buy that b**ch a mink
My b**ches don’t wear pink
Ain’t talking ’bout no colors, I’m talkin’ ’bout that s**t that be cheap
How the f**k you YIC and you got signed to FBG
I can’t take a pic ’cause if my b**ch see it, she gon’ think I hit
If we make a flick, b**ch, we gotta use my phone, b**ch, you ain’t slick
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don’t matter how thick the b**ch is, I won’t put her before my loot
I’m fresh as f**k, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another n**ga what I won’t do
I be DMing b**ches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I’ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that b**ch slidin’ up my coupe
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that b**ch on mute
I’m way up out that n**ga league
Trappin’ bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon’ be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I’ma go and buy that b**ch a mink…
➤ Written by Real Boston Richey & NoHeat
Produced by NoHeat
Real Boston Richey | 2023
