Real Boston Richey – Still Gon Go Lyrics

Still Gon Go Lyrics Real Boston Richey

Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Ain’t got to be up in the city, these_boys_is still gon’_go
Ain’t got to go and do_no killings, that *** still gon’ go (For sure)
I ain’t got to go inside no deal, I’m still gon’ blow
You put that trust up in that ***, ***, she still gon’ go
You movin’ mad wocky, you movin’ mad cocky
I keep switchin’ up all my swag, it make it hard for niggas to copy
I don’t like a messy ***, but when you suck it, bae, do it sloppy
I don’t like the messy ***, now put my hands up on your body
Like my *** to be robotic, buyin’ bags, know that’s my hobby
What the *** the world comin’ to? I’m doin’ a song with Yachty
What the *** the world comin’ to? Everybody think they ’bout it
Young niggas don’t even want no money, they tryin’ to catch a body

Ridin’ ’round the city with my curtains closed (Mmm)
I ain’t did no shows, still pullin’ in eight O’s (Yeah)
I’ve been pourin’ cold frost, yeah, they love the kid
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout revenge and I n_ver miss
Huh, fee-fi, keep a F&N for all my foes (Mmm)
Always on my toes (Mmm), slidin’ ’round in a Rolls (Mmm)
I ain’t talkin’ _lection, when I say she had that pole
I’ma sip the cup, while she heat up ’cause she cold

Talk to her for a minute, I don’t know, huh
I’m tired of bein’ humble, I’m back on niggas bumpers
I ran it up, been a runner, all A’s, give me my honors
My *** want me to be stuck up in her ass, just like a rumper
But bae, I’m out here trappin’ and I’m rappin’, doin’ numbers
New day, I’m out here stabbin’, I bought my Maybach out the Honda
No way I’m goin’ for none of that *** you talkin’, I can’t stumble
No way I’m goin’ for none of these ***, they can’t bring me honor
Now let me pop my ***, matter of fact, give me my skit
Niggas tweakin’ in this ***, like they done popped off on a jit
I ain’t choose a side, but God’ll know I’m dyin’ ’bout who I’m with
Doin’ music now, but I was the one who was breakin’ in your ***

Still gon’ go
Still gon’ go