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