Bullseye 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Real Boston Richey] Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (Buh, buh, buh, buh) Yeah, murder Two of my chains ten hundred thousand One of my rings cost a house (Havin' our way with this shit) Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Drench gang, slime 'em out [Verse 1: 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'll 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 I'vе been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'еm out my mix I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion shit Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit Can't afford the risk, 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'll snitch [Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Future] Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right 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 Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots All that fuckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right 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) [Verse 2: Future] Freeband chain, Kris Jenner All my lil' niggas nothin' but spinners Audemars my gang member (Yeah) AP for my main, hold up One of my outfits least a key, damn near touchin' a half a B If my nigga wasn't Jigga, I'm the type go after Bey And I still'll smash on Ci, I got two-fifty on me Like the quarterback of the Chiefs, I'm in the field without no cleats Bringin' in seals by the P, pour up drink, but I don't get sleepy I'm on pills and I'm geeked, but 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 Drench gang, slime 'em out [Verse 3: 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'll 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