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That Boy

 

That Boy

(album: Sessions - 2019)


If I say "Green", killers go soon as I decide, uh
Ain't no decock 'cause I shoot a nigga three times
And we throwing big L's, ain't no peace signs
Catch them ones gon' kill a nigga, ain't no retrying (808 Mafia)

I came close to homicide way too many times
I had most of my homies die, I'm just 25
Reason why I gotta ride with iron on my side (Every time)
'Fore I have my mama crying, I'ma finish mine (Brr)
Pussy, I'm in it to win it (Win it)
I'm breaking records like Guinness
I'm all in meetings with labels and my lawyer, bitch, I'm on top of my business (Herbo)
I'm causing racket like tennis
All in her mouth, dentist
Dripping and proud of this sauce (Bitch)
I'm rocking my own linen

Boy really rich (Uh)
That boy really rich (Rich)
Boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich
That boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich

That boy having it, nigga, that boy having it, uh
That boy having it, that boy having it
Boy having it, uh-huh, them boys having it
Boy really rich, boy having it, uh

2013 had 200 racks, no bap
Should've been half a milli but I was too deep in the trenches, wasn't focused on rapping
I didn't know my passion, really just asked the hood, me and Cap really stayed in the trap
Slapping that bitch, I'm winning, no doubts
Spring and winter, sheriffs come kick us out
Soon as it's warm we right back on the block with Glocks
Never been worried 'bout opps, so stop
So many niggas got dropped for rocks
Snitch niggas want me to rot in a box
I just been skipping the cops, playing hopscotch
Strap on my left, feeling back, who's a top notch?
Links on my neck like a box of Pop Rocks
Snapping and crackle, they doing a lot
Understand lil' nigga, I'm having guap
This shit wasn't easy, it took me a lot
Fans never know what it took me to drop
Sipping, you know what it took me to stop
I done put a deuce in every pop
Filled up so many denims with knots
And I don't owe nobody squat, bitch

Boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich
That boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich

That boy having it, nigga, that boy having it, uh
That boy having it, that boy having it
Boy having it, uh-huh, them boys having it
Boy really rich, boy having it, uh

Boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich
That boy really rich
That boy really rich
Boy really rich

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