Real Boston Richey & Future - Bullseye 2

Pluto Richey, Richey PlutoHowever you wanna say it (bah-bah-bah-bah)Yeah, murderTwo of my chains, ten-hundred thousandOne of my rings cost a house(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)Few of my bitches, can't live without 'emTrench gang, slime 'em outBubba chain a hundred thousandRan it up in public, housingNiggas pussy, Ronda RouseFuck with me, don't fuck without meHula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around meKnow I get a nigga ass touched right nowAin't gotta be around himBooted up, I don't take no medI be on that drank insteadFuck 'round on that strong back doin' too muchI damn near broke the bedI don't gotta have no come backI don't argue, fuck him, kill him deadFuck it, buy his bitch a wigFuck his bitch, I love to see itI been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I didAll my ex hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mixIon't even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion shitKnow the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them bubba's inHo you know I don't play connect fourAin't with that playin' shitCan't afford the real, we pullin' through, all dirty sticksCookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a curry wristGotta keep it kosher, can't do too muchThese fuck niggas a snitchServin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have notAll that fuckin' wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed outPull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me nowFuck it, spin a bendPop his ass and call it bullseyeServin'crystal falls just like the haves and the have notAll that fuckin'wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed outPull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me nowFuck it, spin a bendPop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)Free band chain, crib drillerAll my lil' niggas nothin' but spinnersAudemar my gang member (yeah)AP for my main, hol' upOne of my outfits least a ki'Damn near tochin' a half a BIf my nigga wasn't jigga, I'm the type to go after BAnd I still smash on CI got two fifth on meLike the quarter bag of the cheeseI'm in the field, no cleatsBreakin' that seal by the PPour up drink but don't get sleepyI'm on pills and I'm geekedWait, this money got me tweakin'Turnin' good girls to freaksShe ain't with me, she with the streetsCost two thousand just to bust a nut on theseHermes sheetsTwo of my chains ten-hundred thousandOne of my rings cost a houseFew of my bitches, can't live without 'emTrench gang, slime 'em outBubba chain, a hundred thousandRan it up in public housingNiggas pussy, Ronda RomseyFuck with me, don't fuck without meHula hoop ass niggaGot slimed out for tryna go around meKnow I get a nigga ass touched right nowAin't gotta be around himBooted up, I don't take no medI be on that drank insteadFuck 'round on that strong back doin' too muchI damn near broke the bedI don't gotta have no comebackI don't argue, fuck him, kill him deadFuck it, buy his bitch a wigFuck his bitch, I love to see it