Still Gon Go Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Still Gon Go 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 Marathon and Kick Flavor, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Ain’t gotta be up in the city, this Bubba still gon’ go
Ain’t gotta go and do no killings, that n!gga still gon’ go (For sure)
I ain’t gotta go and sign no deal, n!gga, I’m still gon’ blow
You put that trust up in that b!tch, n!gga, she still gon’ go
You moving mad wocky, you moving mad cocky
I keep switching up all my swag, it make it hard for n!ggas to copy
I don’t like a messy b!tch, but when you suck it, bae, do it sloppy
I don’t like the messy s*it, never put my hands up on your body
Like my b!tches to be robotic, buying bags, know that’s my hobby
What the fu*k the world coming to? I’m doing a song with Yachty
What the fu*k the world coming to? Everybody think they ’bout it

The young n!ggas don’t even want no money, they trying to catch a body

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Riding ’round the city with my curtains closed
I ain’t did no shows, still pulling in eight O’s
I been pouring cold fours, now they love the kid
I been thinking ’bout revenge and I’ll never miss
Huh, fee-fi, keep an F&N for all my foes
Always on my toes, sliding ’round in Rolls
I ain’t talking election when I say she ate that pole
I’ma sip the cup while she heat up with the cold

[Interlude: Real Boston Richey]
Yeah, talk to ’em for a minute, hold on, uh

[Verse 3: Real Boston Richey]
I’m tired of being humble, I’m back on n!ggas’ bumpers
I ran it up being a runner, all A’s, give me my honors
My b!tch want me to be stuck up in her ass just like a romper
But, bae, I’m out here trapping and I’m rapping, doing numbers
New day, I’m out here stabbing, I bought my Maybach out the Honda
No way I’m going for none of that s*it you talking, I can’t stumble
No way I’m going for none of these b!tches, they can’t bring me honor
Now let me pop my s*it, matter fact, give me my stick
N!ggas tweaking in this b!tch like they done popped off on a jig

I ain’t choose a side, but gotta know I’m dying ’bout who I’m with
Doing music now, but I was the one who was breaking in your s*it

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Ain’t even, they don’t even know this n!gga, they still gon’ go
Ain’t even pull the ‘Rari out, the Track’ still gon’ go
Ain’t have to tell my doctor to get it, but I’m still on a four