Goin’ Back Home Lyrics By Real Boston Richey
Hun, I got drip, I got drip, fella
I got drip, fella,
I got *** hair P4, *** hair, uh
I’m tired of ***’ these hoes
It’s time to go back home
I’m trappin’ up off the phone
I’m tired of swangin’ with hoes
I’m tired of swangin’ up old
It’s *** up famous hoes
They act like they don’t know me And what the *** I’m famous for
I’m famous for trappin’ bobbas Uh-huh, I’m famous for swangin’ the cutter
I pull up and fang a ***
Might test but never *** her
A robber from out of city I rented up, I was trappin’ Bubba
Robbin’ half of the city
Boston always stay no trouble
That blinky got the hiccups And when I blow it, that *** go subtle
Ain’t *** *** we can fight on But be good like these sluggers
My Tahoe tinted up Comin’ through like undercovers
I drop a meal on your head You *** off with my brother
I’m out here duckin’ the fence Leave a hundred up on her bed
Ride with me like I got pegs I’m cuttin’ off, she don’t get head
I see it up in his eye But give me that blinky, you ain’t scared
I’m out here movin’ swiftly Half of these opp-ass niggas on dead
I don’t care if she got some followers I’mma leave this lil’ *** on read
Out here trappin’, hella ice Like I just jumped on a sled
Check out my niggas, hella ice I got that *** from trappin’ meds
If she can’t show up, feed the ball ***, get up out my bed
I’m tired of ***’ these hoes
It’s time to go back home
I’m trappin’ up off the phone
I’m tired of swangin’ them hoes
I’m tired of swangin’ the pole
It’s for them famous hoes
They act like they don’t know me And what the *** I’m famous for
I’m famous for trappin’ Bubbas
I’m famous for swangin’ the cutter
I pull up and fang a ***
Might test, but never *** her
A robber from out of the city I rented up, I was trappin’ Bubba
Robbin’ half of the city Bossin’ always stayin’ in trouble
World came a-cybin’
Big ballin’, it’s my habit
Before these niggas was doin’ chess I was runnin’ around the lobby
Before they got on Hellcat I was whippin’ a beat by that
If you don’t like how I pop my ***, *** We can hit by that
That tweet end up on IG I get a *** stick by that, uh
Sayin’ that lil’ boss said Last *** got flipped by that
That *** up in my hand They gotta come off the hill by that
Playin’ with the money I’ll get your ass killed by that
Pull up, white and blue McCann
Bossin’ just *** on a can
Real ***’ Paul Barron
Why the *** is y’all starin’?
Get enough feelin’, do some leg work Like my name was Uncle Darren
Cuttin’ at this *** like we on Bluetooth
Me and her appearin’
I’m tired of ***’ these hoes
It’s time to go back home
I’m trappin’ up off the phone
I’m tired of swangin’ them hoes
I’m tired of swangin’ the pole
This *** them famous hoes
They act like they don’t know me
And what the *** I’m famous for?