500 Followers Lyrics

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500 Followers Lyrics by Real Boston Richey

Fuckin’ on some bad shit with five hundred followers
Blowin’ up her phone, tellin’ her how I want all of her
I don’t got the pussy, I don’t know, now I’m doggin’ her
Her pussy ain’t good, lil’ bitch dead, I ain’t callin’ her
Trappin’ shit, robbin’ shit, nigga, tryna run it up
Young nigga up in dog shit, no cap, he a hundred up
Spendin’ all your dog shit on a bitch and you ain’t never fuck
Now she chargin’ me extra for the pussy, nigga, look what ya done

I got a youngin so consistent, front him hundred ‘bows, huh
I got a trap in Mississippi, this shit my honey hole, huh
Told lil’ shawty, “Don’t do no bitchin’, I got a hundred hoes”
Ain’t never ever doin’ no ass-kissin’, but I’ll lick your toes
I asked this lil’ bitch for a threesome, she say she strictly pole
I up that bankroll on a bitch, now me and her hittin’ hoes
These niggas be hatin’ on Richey, tryna diss me up on tippy-toes
I done slimed my dog, this nigga done said he slick and told

Fuckin’ on some bad shit with five hundred followers
Blowin’ up her phone, tellin’ her how I want all of her
I don’t got the pussy, I don’t know, now I’m doggin’ her
Her pussy ain’t good, lil’ bitch dead, I ain’t callin’ her
Trappin’ shit, robbin’ shit, nigga, tryna run it up
Young nigga up in dog shit, no cap, he a hundred up
Spendin’ all your dog shit on a bitch and you ain’t never fuck
Now she chargin’ me extra for the pussy, nigga, look what ya done

Out the country with some bad shit doin’ a scuba
Uh, I like the thought of it, she tell me money does not move her
I’m wonderin’ where would that fine shit be if ain’t move nothin’
But fuck that bitch, I gotta get a hundred plays gone right by 2-somethin’
Call yourself a shooter, ain’t never heard you was shootin’ somethin’
Only thing that I heard that you and your gang be pullin’ truce, huh
All my niggas be silly, we havin’ fun, but we’ll do somethin’
Fuck if he at Potbelly’s, I get my youngin to shoot the booths up

Fuckin’ on some bad shit with five hundred followers
Blowin’ up her phone, tellin’ her how I want all of her
I don’t got the pussy, I don’t know, now I’m doggin’ her
Her pussy ain’t good, lil’ bitch dead, I ain’t callin’ her
Trappin’ shit, robbin’ shit, nigga, tryna run it up
Young nigga up in dog shit, no cap, he a hundred up
Spendin’ all your dog shit on a bitch and you ain’t never fuck
Now she chargin’ me extra for the pussy, nigga, look what ya done