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[Intro] (Jcabz) [Chorus] Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears Cut the b!tch, fu*k tears, pop s*it and hit LIV Dripped up in Denim Tear, I’m still the s*it still Shut up, n!gga and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh) Having a b!tch like having a safehouse, can’t know where my b!tch live Told my plug don’t send no more of them Bubbas ’til this s*it chill, uh N!ggas be out of pocket, they don’t know what popping s*it is You fu*k ’round, get your ass killed, I’m tryna tell you, jit, chill [Verse 1] N!gga, s*it real, n!gga, you too Hoffa When it come to mafia business, n!gga, s*it colossal Eye for an eye, n!gga, I’d hate to turn you to a fossil How I’ma take you serious, n!gga? Your ass a known clique hopper I’m the type of n!gga to stand on business even when it’s hard for me N!ggas switched Lil Boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me Having plenty thoughts of killing n!ggas that tarnished me Half of these n!ggas pu*sy, I don’t know no n!gga that’s hard as me Fu*k a n!gga, I don’t need nobody, go in revenge mode I was raised up different from these n!ggas, I don’t vent to hoes Put that money before this s*it I believe in, n!gga, I’m letting you know If I can go back and switch the time up, I still’ll flip a ‘bow Uh, these days, I spend my money on buying cars Boston Richey a couple million up, I ain’t gotta flodge Not to mention, it’s over a million in my car garage All these n!ggas pu*sy, it’s hard to camoflauge You would think I’m going back on tour ’cause, n!gga, I’m back outside N!ggas think they putting out my torch, n!gga, I’m full of fire Me, I’m certified, with this s*it, I’m bonafide All the n!ggas I used to hang with, it’s fu*k them guys [Chorus] Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears Cut the b!tch, fu*k tears, pop s*it and hit LIV Dripped up in Denim Tear, I’m still the s*it still Shut up, n!gga and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh) Having a b!tch like having a safehouse, can’t know where my b!tch live Told my plug don’t send no more of them Bubbas ’til this s*it chill, uh N!ggas be out of pocket, they don’t know what popping s*it is You fu*k ’round, get your ass killed, I’m tryna tell you, jit, chill [Verse 2] N!ggas in another n!gga business, where your money at? N!ggas speaking on Boston business, n!gga, I don’t fu*k with that Low life how I’m living, n!gga, I’m ducked off where them cutters at Speaking up on my business, n!gga, that’s type of s*it that get you smacked Every club I hit, n!gga, I got it packed, frrt, uh Everything I lost, n!gga, I got it back, mm Every b!tch I lost, I can go and get ’em back Why you n!ggas ain’t proud of Boston Richey? I was trapping crack Touched a million cash before the deal if we talking packs Take me back to thirteen years old, I was tryna catch a hat Forever tryna slime a n!gga out, but I ain’t screaming slatt Hard up on a b!tch, she was screaming, \”Boston, cut some slack\” I’m a Hellcat whipper, I won’t push up in a Scat In the south side of Tallahassee, they’ll bust you for a stack I’ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where I’m at I’m a felon, n!gga, but I still gotta keep a gat. Cup Spill lyrics – Real Boston Richey : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com