What They Did Lyrics By Real Boston Richey
Uh, it’s funny how he fly me out, he say we’re flyin’ forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this *** up)
They say it’s a stocked account, but I go buy my *** whatever
‘Fore I buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever
I ain’t paintin’ no faces, ***, *** play, I’m shootin’ whoever
If my uncle go against this ***, that’s on my mama, I’m bringin’ pressure
I don’t care ’bout makin’ a name, *** a *** only for my pleasure
Why the *** this *** actin’ like she the prize? ***, you ain’t no treasure
If you *** with me, you do what I say, ’cause, ***, you in my world
Rob a ***, make him put his hands in the air like a ***’ Barbie girl
I ain’t singin’ to a ***, who the *** you think I am, Robbie Earl?
I ain’t braggin’ up on no ***, you say he ain’t ***’, you think I can’t tell?
I ain’t drivin’ and takin’ no risk, send them bags right through the mail
***, I’m bringin’ cash money, won’t catch me out, send the *** through Zelle
If I get caught with these bricks, that’s on my mama, I’m gettin’ the chair
I buy ass, I buy ***, and I even buy some hair
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, “That *** there ain’t even fair”
Broke her heart and still don’t listen, ***, you know I don’t even care
In the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me *** her anywhere
She got some good-ass ***, rockin’ Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
*** mad she can’t get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin’ ’bout that ***, what the *** they did?
I just snatched a rapper *** up eight ways like a ***’ squid
Chop a brick up like karate
Ran it up so fast, they thinkin’ I went and signed to Illuminati
Throwin’ B’s up, you would never catch me slidin’ in Maseratis
***, I made that Bubba music, but play with *** like I’m Gotti
You ain’t gotta ask me, do I move? You want it? ***, I got it
Got my whole hood in control, ***, just like I’m Shawty
Every time that *** went down, you ain’t have to ask me, ***, I shot it
*** be fallin’ in love with these ***, all these *** ’bout it
I ain’t movin’ if I ain’t gettin’ profit
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, “That *** there ain’t even fair”
Broke her heart and still don’t listen, ***, you know I don’t even care
In the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me *** her anywhere
She got some good-ass ***, rockin’ Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
*** mad she can’t get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin’ ’bout that ***, what the *** they did?
I just snatched a rapper *** up eight ways like a ***’ squid