RP10 - Boston Richey Lyrics

Chopstick, hanging off my neck, I ain't gotta hold it
Four-five, hanging off my hip, I don't got a holster
I just poured some lean up, but I'm still in motion
Take a pick, chop or the Glock, now he on a poster
Vacuum seal the bag two times, I can smell the odor
I got anything a nigga want, you can place a order
Bitch Im Stephen Curry with a Glock, if I shoot, I'm scoring
Lil hoe say she a dime, but ain't worth a quarter
Fiends say they only like dog, you can shoot or snort it
In summer set, shopping for some shoes, I'ma need a 40
I need 25 for a perk, the Glock hold a 30
Doing 120 in the whip, but I ain't in a hurry
All I do is get off work, I'm not working
Tell the ops that I'm war-ready, I'm not worried
I got pain pills on deck I'm not hurting
If a nigga looking for me, he not searching
I just popped up with a bag, I ain't even warn them
She don't got good head on her shoulders, I don't even want her
These Alexander McQueen, I ain't even worn them
New strand, somebody call Que or hit up Berner
Chopstick, hanging off my neck, I ain't gotta hold it
45, hanging off my hip, I don't got a holster
I just poured some lean up, but I'm still in motion
Take a pick, chop or the Glock, now he on a poster
Vacuum seal the bag, two times, I can smell the odor
I got anything a nigga want, you can place a order
Bitch I'm Stephen Curry with a Glock, if I shoot, I'm scoring
Lil hoe say she a dime, but ain't worth a quarter