Real Boston Richey – Not to Mention Lyrics

Not to Mention Lyrics By Real Boston Richey

Niggas in competition, mm, but I know niggas tripping
I spend 300k on my pen and 200k on what I’m whippin’
And, no, y’all not the mentees, hella bred up on my ***
You know who did them killings, everybody over here
Flop a ***, if she don’t listen
wake up, ***, go clean my dishes
I’m too turnt to rock them dickies, turnt, n***a, on Roger Vinci
***, I’m too turnt for them kissies, save it for that n***a that’s with you
***, love Boston and never hit you
I’m that n***a that’ll come and get you
When your n***a kick you out, take you back up to my spot
Penthouse, top floor, this *** your n***a ain’t even got
Before I was trapped in Hubba Bubba, me and Ray was hittin’ the pot
Dirt road, trapped and hard, tryna run up me or not

I can do what I want, hit the Juul and buy me a *** a Tennis
I go do what they don’t, *** a *** then buy the *** a Pendant
Buy some *** they want, n****s hatin’, but I keep on shittin’
I ain’t never miss no dentist trap, n***a, I got perfect attendance
Trap at the Stola, n***a, we winnin’, swangin’ that Pola, n***a, I’m with it
Give me them bowls and I’ma go get it, n****s be hoes, they can’t fit it
You ain’t my bro, n***a, I ain’t friendly, what a coat, n***a,
I’ma hit it *** that *** until I’m finished

I can blow this *** in a minute
I can blow this ***,
I can blow this *** in a minute
I can blow this ***, n***a,
I can buy a *** a Tennis
I can blow this ***, n***a,
I can blow this *** in a minute
I can blow this ***, I can go and buy a *** some Tennis

I can blow it like I made the dollar bill myself
I got my n****s with me, I ain’t run this *** all by myself
It cost a drunk like this, lil’ n***a, you better watch your step
If you ain’t friendly, southside ***, n***a, I don’t need your help
The *** ain’t movin’ right, it’s on the right, the *** get left
Take my pain out on a ***, she gotta feel all what I felt
If a *** *** on my brothers, that’s some *** I can’t accept
But a *** *** on another, n***a, that’s something I can’t accept
Check me out up in the city, Boston Richie havin’ rep
***, I’m trappin’ everything, but I’m scared to trap that milk
All these brooms we got over here, n***a, play, you gettin’ swept
***, don’t talk to Boston Richie, you got *** up on your bros

I can blow this ***,
I can blow this *** in a minute
I can blow this ***, n***a, I can buy a *** a Tennis
I can blow this ***, n***a, I can blow this *** in a minute
I can blow this ***, I can go and buy a *** some Tennis
I can blow this ***, n***a, I can buy a *** some Tennis