No Peace Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full No Peace 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 Still Pray and Soho, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
I’ma just— (Ayo, V1z, you fu*king crazy)
Hold on
The fu*k? What up? With who? Who? For real?
Alright, say no more

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap n!gga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pu*sy n!gga, ain’t s*it free
I ball on n!ggas, I’m too elite, I can’t go OT
I was on some tricky s*it, they done fu*ked ’round and brought out the old me
N!gga, I don’t never be speaking on s*it, but ain’t nan’ one of these n!ggas ho me
N!gga, I wave red flags, I don’t wave no white flags, I don’t want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the fu*k you think I’ma do to a n!gga that don’t even know me?

[Verse 1]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you pussies did it
N!gga, I’m simply made for bad b!tches, why these n!ggas be on my d!ck?
Fu*k ’round, pop me a n!gga, no Diddy, n!gga, I’m the first lil’ kid that did
We them fu*king young n!ggas, don’t send s*it up without no switches
You a pu*sy-ass lying b!tch, see me sliding in a two-tone, n!gga, that’s my s*it
Retarded-ass lil’ n!gga, you don’t even look like you fu*king on fine s*it
I’ll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to fu*k on a dime b!tch
For bodies, I’ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins’ll go try to slime s*it
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the fu*k y’all get me started?
N!gga, my whole fu*king hood know I’m heartless
N!gga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
Hey, get low, them youngins I’m with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
I got M’s like I’m Meek Milly
And I fu*k with Meek, but a n!gga that diss me can’t even make it out the city
I’m a real big Blood, go and ask, I’m a main Billy
I ain’t never whacked a n!gga? What the fu*k you on, n!gga, is you silly?

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, they just say a rap n!gga dissed me
Before that, he wanted a feature, pu*sy n!gga, ain’t s*it free

I ball on n!ggas, I’m too elite, I can’t go OT
I was on some tricky s*it, they done fu*ked ’round and brought out the old me
N!gga, I don’t never be speaking on s*it, but ain’t nan’ one of these n!ggas ho me
N!gga, I wave red flags, I don’t wave no white flags, I don’t want no peace
Heard I got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
What the fu*k you think I’ma do to a n!gga that don’t even know me?

[Verse 2]
Juries-talking-ass n!gga, Spanish-walking-ass n!gga
A n!gga act like my ex-b!tch, pull them panties out your ass, n!gga
Come to the Yams tryna vacay, fu*k ’round, send them gravediggers
I don’t even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass n!ggas, I’m out here paid with it
N!ggas cap ’bout catching me slipping, who? N!gga, I’m staying with it
I be talking ’bout all them M’s ’cause, b!tch, I’m G and staying litty
Pop out by myself
Whole world done see me go through what I went through, n!gga, I ain’t need no help
Treat a skinny-ass n!gga like I’m daddy, n!gga, go get my belt

[Interlude]
Ayy, n!gga, I ain’t gon’ lie, n!gga
I ain’t take this s*it, none of this s*it personal, n!gga
Ayy, n!gga, I stayed quiet when you n!ggas dissed me, n!gga
I just been building this s*it up, n!gga, fu*k a n!gga
I’m out here with it, n!gga
You dig?

[Verse 3]
Kicking s*it just like jiu-jitsu
Got your chain snatched two times, fu*k that drill rapper too
I got country killers, these cornbread-eating-ass n!ggas, they whacking too
These n!ggas I hang with still on Facebook, they don’t got no IG moves
And these n!ggas ain’t even go to school
Yes, these n!ggas, they know to shoot
Rowdy Rebel, Rowdy who?
I don’t even know who the fu*k is fool
All these pu*sy-ass n!ggas food
All these rap n!ggas picking sides
My whole city pull homicides
Boston Richey too bonafide
When I hit my city, b!tch, I’m outside
These n!ggas can’t even go outside
Last n!gga played, you know he died
I don’t even do this rapping s*it
I’m ready to let that window down
Talk like that ’cause I’m a real fu*king Florida n!gga
I got Goyard bags by the ten, real bag hoarder, n!gga
Check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, n!gga
And I know a n!gga gon’ get punched in it, when I’m out, record a n!gga
How many hats you bought? N!gga, I ain’t tripping, I can afford a n!gga
Fu*k a rap n!gga, get your chain took when you in Florida, n!gga
On God, think twice before you n!ggas diss Boston
Real s*it popper, ask ’em how s*it crossed ’em
We’ll take the SI, n!gga can’t speak ’cause the blick called him
Fake-ass trapping n!gga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him

[Outro]
I’m a real street n!gga
Real trick n!gga, lotta money, n!gga, I be s*it talking
Yeah, n!gga
I don’t, ayy, yeah, n!gga, that’s how this s*it go, n!gga, you dig me?
Don’t diss me