Cup Spill Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Cup Spill 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 Come Outside (So Sick) and Hiccup, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
(Jcabz)

[Chorus]
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears
Cut the b!tch, fu*k tears, pop s*it and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I’m still the s*it still
Shut up, n!gga and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh)
Having a b!tch like having a safehouse, can’t know where my b!tch live
Told my plug don’t send no more of them Bubbas ’til this s*it chill, uh
N!ggas be out of pocket, they don’t know what popping s*it is
You fu*k ’round, get your ass killed, I’m tryna tell you, jit, chill

[Verse 1]
N!gga, s*it real, n!gga, you too Hoffa
When it come to mafia business, n!gga, s*it colossal
Eye for an eye, n!gga, I’d hate to turn you to a fossil
How I’ma take you serious, n!gga? Your ass a known clique hopper
I’m the type of n!gga to stand on business even when it’s hard for me
N!ggas switched Lil Boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me
Having plenty thoughts of killing n!ggas that tarnished me
Half of these n!ggas pu*sy, I don’t know no n!gga that’s hard as me
Fu*k a n!gga, I don’t need nobody, go in revenge mode
I was raised up different from these n!ggas, I don’t vent to hoes
Put that money before this s*it I believe in, n!gga, I’m letting you know
If I can go back and switch the time up, I still’ll flip a ‘bow
Uh, these days, I spend my money on buying cars
Boston Richey a couple million up, I ain’t gotta flodge
Not to mention, it’s over a million in my car garage
All these n!ggas pu*sy, it’s hard to camoflauge
You would think I’m going back on tour ’cause, n!gga, I’m back outside
N!ggas think they putting out my torch, n!gga, I’m full of fire
Me, I’m certified, with this s*it, I’m bonafide
All the n!ggas I used to hang with, it’s fu*k them guys

[Chorus]
Hit it, made the cup spill, Porsche coupe, switch gears

Cut the b!tch, fu*k tears, pop s*it and hit LIV
Dripped up in Denim Tear, I’m still the s*it still
Shut up, n!gga and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (Uh)
Having a b!tch like having a safehouse, can’t know where my b!tch live
Told my plug don’t send no more of them Bubbas ’til this s*it chill, uh
N!ggas be out of pocket, they don’t know what popping s*it is
You fu*k ’round, get your ass killed, I’m tryna tell you, jit, chill

[Verse 2]
N!ggas in another n!gga business, where your money at?
N!ggas speaking on Boston business, n!gga, I don’t fu*k with that
Low life how I’m living, n!gga, I’m ducked off where them cutters at
Speaking up on my business, n!gga, that’s type of s*it that get you smacked
Every club I hit, n!gga, I got it packed, frrt, uh
Everything I lost, n!gga, I got it back, mm
Every b!tch I lost, I can go and get ’em back
Why you n!ggas ain’t proud of Boston Richey? I was trapping crack
Touched a million cash before the deal if we talking packs
Take me back to thirteen years old, I was tryna catch a hat
Forever tryna slime a n!gga out, but I ain’t screaming slatt
Hard up on a b!tch, she was screaming, “Boston, cut some slack”
I’m a Hellcat whipper, I won’t push up in a Scat
In the south side of Tallahassee, they’ll bust you for a stack
I’ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where I’m at
I’m a felon, n!gga, but I still gotta keep a gat