Soho Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Soho lyrics by Real Boston Richey along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Real Boston Richey’s music, you can also explore Cocoa Butter and Cup Spill, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
(Ooh, that sounds like Heem on the beat), uh

[Chorus]
Uh, gripping motor, I’m sliding solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I’m trapping, still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I’m yelling is more dough, uh
If I go take a b!tch on a date, I’ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealing Joe weed

Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still fu*king all on Joe niece
N!gga speeding too fast, got arrested by the police

[Verse 1]
Status way too big, these days, can’t ride in low-keys
Got a couple friends, the rest of these n!ggas for sure creep
S*it been getting too wicked, n!gga, I’m clutching on the poley
She say she done with me unless a bill, s*it, it’s more easy
It’s forever fu*k a b!tch, n!gga, I told you I ain’t no ho pleaser
Forever fu*k these n!ggas, how you the plug, n!gga? You’s a door keeper
Every time they kick my door in, n!gga, I go trap more reefer
I love a project b!tch who have my baby, we name it Moesha
Never taking pictures, real s*it, n!gga, I don’t even know people
Can’t look my youngins in the eyes, these young n!ggas real soul keepers
I-95 with them bricks, we real road reapers
Four people died off that white, that’s what I sold people

[Chorus]
Uh, gripping motor, I’m sliding solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I’m trapping, still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I’m yelling is more dough, uh
If I go take a b!tch on a date, I’ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealing Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still fu*king all on Joe niece

N!gga speeding too fast, got arrested by the police

[Verse 2]
Clutching up on that four-nick, every day, brought a new blitz
New chain worth like two bricks, every day, I fu*k a new b!tch
Every day, I’m in a new whip, laid back on some cool s*it
She say I’m on rude s*it, but I be rocking Rhude, b!tch
You don’t even know what to do with this, Boston come with too much pressure
Boston on another level, Boston way too up to settl
ripping up on that tool, n!gga, I’m clutching on that heavy metal
This s*it go down when you least expect, n!gga, I pray this s*it get better
I can’t even lie, I didn’t expect this, I’m flyer than a feather
Uh, I’m flyer than a bird
I’m flyer than an eagle, I’m flyer than a—
You dig that? You heard?
I got big packs to serve

[Chorus]
Uh, gripping motor, I’m sliding solo, ayy
Spend a big old bag in Soho, uh
I’m trapping, still got on the same clothes, ayy
Only thing I’m yelling is more dough, uh
If I go take a b!tch on a date, I’ma take her up to the nosebleeds
My life been up to date, back in the day, I was stealing Joe weed
Had Joe mad, on my grandma, I was still fu*king all on Joe niece
N!gga speeding too fast, got arrested by the police