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Battery Pack - Real Boston Richey

Battery Pack

Real Boston Richey

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Lyric

Woah

Shh, woah

Uh, woah

Uh, yeah

Woah, woah

Uh, uh

Yeah

Trick me a bitch just like Cat in the Hat

Jump out the whip with the strap in the bag

Charged up like I got a battery pack

Play with your life, put a pole on your ass

Play with that life, send some shots and some more

Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done trolled

Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done told

Fuckin' on your friend, I'm like, "How did you know?"

If rap don't work, put the trap in a choke

But this shit gon' work, I already know

Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap

Mama was mad, I was servin' the dope

Mama tried to tell me, "Keep prayin', keep hope"

Tryna tell me, "Gotta go to sleep," he woke

Who gon' pay the bills when they sayin' we owe?

I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O's

I don't wanna go back to servin', uh

I don't wanna go back to public housing

Fuckin' his bitch, nigga, that's ours

Fuckin' my bitch, that lil' bitch is ours

You can't fuck my ho, I just be clownin'

I got them M's, go ask my accountant

Stickin' it in, woo, I'm drownin'

Fuck her for ten minutes, can't do an hour

Fuck both my bitches and don't take a shower

It's that time of month, so we fuck on the towel

First you get money and then get the power

Fuck on her good, her lil' body start sproutin'

You got them hoes, it's like fifty and counting

Ain't hit my peak, but I'm top of the mountain

Way too big, make the hoes reroute it

The most I'ma pay for some pussy is a thousand

You lost your ho, you know I found her

She keep talkin' back, you know I'ma ground her

I'm trappin' that fish, ain't talkin' flounder

Beat a nigga ass like Ronda Rousey

Whoop a nigga ass like Roy Jones Jr

Lose that nigga, baby girl, he a loser

Trick me a bitch just like Cat in the Hat

Jump out the whip with the strap in the bag

Charged up like I got a battery pack

Play with your life, put a pole on your ass

Play with that life, send some shots and some more

Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done trolled

Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done told

Fuckin' on your friend, I'm like, "How did you know?"

If rap don't work, put the trap in a choke

But this shit gon' work, I already know

Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap

Mama was mad, I was servin' the dope

Mama tried to tell me, "Keep prayin', keep hope"

Tryna tell me, "Gotta go to sleep," he woke

Who gon' pay the bills when they sayin' we owe?

I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O's

- It's already the end -