Navy Seals

Lyrics
[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, they all be on some clout shit all the time I don't want— I ain't on no shit like that (Ayy, 40, what that is?) Mhm, uh, uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh Take them hoes' phones when they here I gotta move every last pack in here It's the first, I gotta pay some bills Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whеnever I got that steel Them crackеrs bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years? But that's just how it is [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] Trappin' and rappin' and runnin' up Ms My mama told me to guard your eyes and guard your fuckin' ears So what that mean, lil' nigga? You gotta watch out for what you hear These niggas'll tell you some bullshit and tell you it's real spill Nigga, that's real deal Uh, get it how we live I know whoopty whoop done smacked a nigga, he got real kills Whoopty whoop shot what's his name, nigga, they on real drills I lost that cheese up on that plane, nigga, I shed real tears I'm tryna get back still Uh, nigga, I dare a nigga to slap me like he Will Smith I get that dial, I pull up a hundred guns just like I'm Tip Woo, woo, kill that boy, I fuck with Kill Bill Play with B, I eat your plate just like a Sunday meal (Yeah) [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh Take them hoes' phones when they here I gotta move every last pack in here It's the first, I gotta pay some bills Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whenever I got that steel Them crackers bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years? But that's just how it is [Verse 2: Kodak Black] That just how it be Lil Syko and Lil Crix a Blood, why the fuck they signed to me? 'Cause nothin' bigger than the B and that's just how I see it I'm the last man standin', don't nothin' come behind the Z Cross a nigga out, swap a nigga out, I'm rockin' how I please I got different gangs, differents states ridin' for me And off top, Kodak the boss, that mean they slidin' for me I just been vibin', I start wildin' again and fire up the streets I'm a real hitter, I don't need no hitter, real niggas vouching And I ain't talkin' 'bout Massachusetts, but I fuck with Boston I let my power hit that powder, now he Kodak Boppin' I was on route with them Dilaudids, I was sellin' Roxies Thirty for the D's [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh Take them hoes' phones when they here I gotta move every last pack in here It's the first, I gotta pay some bills Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whenever I got that steel Them crackers bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years? But that's just how it is [Verse 3: Lil Crix] That's just how it is I don't like lil' bruh, so I'ma turn around and fuck his bitch Certified, before I let 'em snake me, I'ma catch the pick (Ayy, ayy) Ain't gotta react to nothin' I see on the 'net 'cause I'ma get 'em hit Niggas slide, they gettin' flipped Ayy, serve the boy a pack from Boston and go give it to Richey First time in Tally with this nigga, I'm like, "Ayy, pass the switchy" Signed a deal, chain and watch cost more than a brick (Ayy) Nigga gettin' hit with a hundred, he try to take my shit, on God [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh Take them hoes' phones when they here I gotta move every last pack in here It's the first, I gotta pay some bills Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whenever I got that steel Them crackers bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years? But that's just how it is
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Credits
- Writers
- Real Boston Richey
- Kodak Black
- Lil Crix
- 1040
- Eza (Producer)
- ShortyyK