Real Boston Richey - Story Lyrics

F*ck, damn
Man, that shit seemed real
I just had a crazy-ass dream, shit crazy, I'ma tell you about it, though
(Keem, you wrong for that one), uh

Let me tell you 'bout this bitch I met, bitch sweet like a peppermint
Body, she on Coke bottle, damn, this bitch here heaven-sent
Found the bitch on IG, DM'd her like, "Who you f*ckin' with?"
She replied, "Nobody," I'm like, "Can we go on us a date and shit?"
She replied like, "Okay, cool," I'm like damn, she with it with it
Now it's time to get my shit cleaned up, ain't have one in a minute
8 p.m. the link-up time, almost time to go get litty
She done sent the addy to her crib, this bitch stay in the city
Now she got me second guessin', over there, that shit get wicked
Should I drive to the bitch or let the lil' bitch come and get me?
I was contemplatin' should I take a risk ridin' with the switchy?
I don't want the bitch get my lo' and I don't wanna have to ride back with it
Crackers snatchin' shit off the stroll, I ain't tryna go get no sentence
F*ck it, I can't die tonight, I gotta ride with one of my glizzys
F*ck it, I go pick her up
Walk outside lookin' like Megan Thee Stallion, this bitch here thick as f*ck
Waist on skinny, petite, real pretty, titties sittin' up
And she got her lips done, lookin' like she want the dick to suck
If she give me that vibe tonight, I swear to God I'ma finish her
But, nah, let me handle up
She ain't never f*cked with no boss nigga, so me, I'ma send her up
She thought we was slidin' barber truck, bae, this a Bentley truck
Tryna flex on all her friends with the phone, but they ain't pickin' up
Made a right on Sunny Isles
Crackers'll take your ass to jail so, bae, I gotta slow it down
Told her to play "I Want You" by Boston Richey, she bust out in smiles
Sure won't buy you Tory Burch, you f*ck me good, might bust you down
Baby, gotta hold it down
Pull up to the restaurant
Smokin' big blunts, told her don't be shy, I see the best in her
Walk with confidence, you got a rich nigga standin' next to you
Can't be stuntin' these bitches, they'll troll you and get the best of you
Now an hour passed by, we done pulled off from the spot we eatin'
She keep textin' on her phone, I see it say, "Where we meetin'?"
Real player, I play it smooth, I don't say what I be peepin'
I think she don't peep the vibe, she done bust out, "Did you see me?"
I say, "What you was talkin' 'bout?" She like, "Boston, what you mean?"
She say, "I mean, my friend tryna come, you who we tryna please"
Is I'm thinkin' way too hard or this shit here really easy?
Hope that paper make her go, hope this bitch don't try to tease me
F*ck it, I'ma take it down, gon' and send your friend the lo'
Perfect timing, I need some rubbers and we passin' by the store
You know how I f*ck around, buy a strong back on the low
Take it back, I'm drinkin' a Red Bull while walkin' out the door
Walk out, who the f*ck this is?
This bitch thicker than the bitch I got in the car, this bitch like twerk at LIV
This bitch look funny as f*ck, this bitch got too many clothes on, what it is?
They say they gon' take me down and turn me up, I'm all ears
I mean, I ain't got four legs, but I'ma show a bitch what a dog is
I'm wreckin' shit, but these bitches don't even know I don't play on a ball field, huh
Okay, we walk up in the room, bitches strippin' off the vert
One rubbin' my back, the other one grabbin' my dick like, "Oh yeah, this shit merch"
She like, "You can f*ck me hard, go in deep, that shit don't hurt"
Before I do that, y'all gotta eat it up, bitch, you know what Boston worth?
Okay, now both done dropped the head
Lookin' up to the sky like I gotta tell my niggas that's in the feds
One of 'em look like the old Trina, one Black as f*ck with curls in her head
Bouncin' on that dick, she screamin', rock your world up in this bed
I ain't gon' lie, I'm goin' out sad, she got me curlin' up under the head
One of 'em wouldn't get all the way undressed
Bitch tryna work her move on me, say, "I suck the dick while I'm fresh"
You would think it's Halloween, this bitch done popped out with a vest
Damn, I think I need some rest, I'm prayin' I stay blessed
Crackers done rushed up in my room, jumpin' up like, "What the f*ck?"
They wavin' guns, shit, I can't really see, I think I'm gettin' stuck
It's so much smoke, lights flashin', shit, I'm thinkin' should I go buck?
I grab my shit just to jump out the window, the crackers say, "I'll wet you up"
What the f*ck is goin' on? How the f*ck this shit went up?
Why the f*ck y'all got me handcuffed? Why y'all goin' through all my stuff?
He like, "Mr. Foster, calm down, we've been watchin' you for ten months"
I'm kinda agitated, but I ain't trippin', I know this nigga smell like he smoke blunts
"I've trapped that flavor for a while, sir, you smell exactly just like Runtz"
Look around the room, only nigga talkin' is one person, the rest ain't sayin' nothin'
He ain't read me my Miranda Rights or search me down or doin' nothin'
He totin' a Hi-Point, I'm thinkin' in my head like, "This shit here a front"
Okay, now I'm finna work my move
They ain't search me down, he don't know in my left pocket, I got a tool
They don't know I'm cool with the pistol, swing that bitch like Tom Cruise
Bitch I snatched up first lookin' at me, givin' me the eye like, "Don't work your move"
Gave her the eye back like, "This shit I'm finna do, them pussies can't even do"