[Real Boston Richey & Future]
Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand, one of my rings cost a house

(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Few of my bitches, can´t live without ´em
Trench gang, slime ´em out

[Real Boston Richey]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran it up in public housing
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don´t fuck without me
Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I get a nigga ass touched right now, ain´t gotta be around him
Booted up, I don´t take no med
I be on that drank instead
Fuck ´round on that Strong Back doin´ too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don´t gotta have no comeback, I don´t argue, fuck him, kill him dead

Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it

[Real Boston Richey & Future]
I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex hoes still ain´t on shit, keep ´em out my mix
Ion´t even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion shit
Know the police stayin´ next door, still gettin´ them bubba´s in
Ho you know I don´t play Connect Four, ain´t with that playin´ shit
Can´t afford the real, we pullin´ through, all dirty sticks
Cookin´ up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist

Gotta keep it kosher, can´t do too much, these fuck niggas a snitch
Servin´ crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
All that fuckin´ ´Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye

[Real Boston Richey]
Servin´ crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
All that fuckin´ ´Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now

Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)

[Future]
Freeband chain, crib driller
All my lil´ niggas nothin´ but spinners
Audemar my gang member (Yeah)
AP for my main, hol´ up
One of my outfits least a ki´
Damn near touchin´ a half a B
If my nigga wasn´t Jigga, I´m the type to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarter bag of the cheese
I´m in the field, no cleats
Breakin´ that seal by the P
Pour up drink but don´t get sleepy

I´m on pills and I´m geeked
Wait, this money got me tweakin´
Turnin´ good girls to freaks
She ain´t with me, she with the streets
Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets
Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand, one of my rings cost a house
Few of my bitches, can´t live without ´em
Trench gang, slime ´em out

[Real Boston Richey]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran it up in public housing
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don´t fuck without me
Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me

Know I get a nigga ass touched right now, ain´t gotta be around him
Booted up, I don´t take no med
I be on that drank instead
Fuck ´round on that Strong Back doin´ too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don´t gotta have no comeback, I don´t argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it