Bullseye 2 (with Future) (Explicit) - Real Boston Richey/Future

Composed by：Real Boston Richey

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 ************ on God

Few of my ******* can't live without 'em

Trench gang slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand

Ran it up in public housing

****** ***** Ronda Rousey

**** with me don't **** without me

Hula hoop *** ***** got slimed out for tryna go around me

Know I get a ***** *** touched right now ain't gotta be around him

Booted up I don't take no med

I be on that drank instead

**** 'round on that Strong Back doin' too much I **** near broke the bed

I don't gotta have no comeback I don't argue **** him kill him dead

**** it buy his ***** a wig

**** his ***** I love to see it

I been on this **** since I was a kid all this **** I did

All my ex **** still ain't on **** keep 'em out my mix

Ion't even be tryna connect **** with this motion ****

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' ****

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 **** ****** a snitch

Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not

All that ******* 'Wood and Oxy get ya *** slimed out

Pull up in a Benz she say that she wanna know me now

**** it spin a bend

Pop his *** and call it bullseye

Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not

All that ******* 'Wood and Oxy get ya *** slimed out

Pull up in a Benz she say that she wanna know me now

**** it spin a bend

Pop his *** and call it bullseye

Pluto

Freeband chain crib driller

All my lil' ****** nothin' but spinners

Audemar my gang member

Yeah

AP for my main hol' up

One of my outfits least a ki'

**** near touchin' a half a B

If my ***** 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 ******* can't live without 'em

Trench gang slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand

Ran it up in public housing

****** ***** Ronda Rousey

**** with me don't **** without me

Hula hoop *** ***** got slimed out for tryna go around me

Know I get a ***** *** touched right now ain't gotta be around him

Booted up I don't take no med

I be on that drank instead

**** 'round on that Strong Back doin' too much I **** near broke the bed

I don't gotta have no comeback I don't argue **** him kill him dead

**** it buy his ***** a wig

**** his ***** I love to see it