Story Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

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[Intro]
Fu*k, damn
Man, that s*it seemed real
I just had a crazy-ass dream, s*it crazy, I’ma tell you about it, though
(Keem, you wrong for that one), uh

[Verse]
Let me tell you ’bout this b!tch I met, b!tch sweet like a peppermint
Body, she on Coke bottle, damn, this b!tch here heaven-sent
Found the b!tch on IG, DM’d her like, “Who you fu*king with?”
She replied, “Nobody,” I’m like, “Can we go on us a date and s*it?”
She replied like, “Okay, cool,” I’m like damn, she with it, with it

Now it’s time to get my s*it cleaned up, ain’t have one in a minute
8 p.m. the link-up time, almost time to go get litty
She done sent the addy to her crib, this b!tch stay in the city
Now she got me second guessing, over there, that s*it get wicked
Should I drive to the b!tch or let the lil’ b!tch come and get me?
I was contemplating should I take a risk riding with the switchy?
I don’t want the b!tch get my lo’ and I don’t wanna have to ride back with it
Crackers snatching s*it off the stroll, I ain’t tryna go get no sentence
Fu*k it, I can’t die tonight, I gotta ride with one of my glizzys
Fu*k it, I go pick her up
Walk outside looking like Megan Thee Stallion, this b!tch here thick as fu*k
Waist on skinny, petite, real pretty, titties sitting up
And she got her lips done, looking like she want the d!ck to suck
If she give me that vibe tonight, I swear to God I’ma finish her
But, nah, let me handle up
She ain’t never fu*ked with no boss n!gga, so me, I’ma send her up
She thought we was sliding barber truck, bae, this a Bentley truck
Tryna flex on all her friends with the phone, but they ain’t picking up
Made a right on Sunny Isles
Crackers’ll take your ass to jail so, bae, I gotta slow it down
Told her to play “I Want You” by Boston Richey, she bust out in smiles
Sure won’t buy you Tory Burch, you fu*k me good, might bust you down
Baby gotta hold it down
Pull up to the restaurant
Smoking big blunts, told her don’t be shy, I see the best in her

Walk with confidence, you got a rich n!gga standing next to you
Can’t be stunting these b!tches, they’ll troll you and get the best of you
Now an hour passed by, we done pulled off from the spot we eating
She keep texting on her phone, I see it say, “Where we meeting?”
Real player, I play it smooth, I don’t say what I be peeping
I think she don’t peep the vibe, she done bust out, “Did you see me?”
I say, “What you was talking ’bout?” She like, “Boston, what you mean?”
She say, “I mean, my friend tryna come, you who we tryna please”
Is I’m thinking way too hard or this s*it here really easy?
Hope that paper make her go, hope this b!tch don’t try to tease me
Fu*k it, I’ma take it down, go’n and send your friend the lo’
Perfect timing, I need some rubbers and we passing by the store
You know how I fu*k around, buy a strong back on the low
Take it back, I’m drinking a Red Bull while walking out the door
Walk out, who the fu*k this is?
This b!tch thicker than the b!tch I got in the car, this b!tch like twerk at LIV
This b!tch look funny as fu*k, this b!tch got too many clothes on, what it is?
They say they gon’ take me down and turn me up, I’m all ears
I mean, I ain’t got four legs, but I’ma show a b!tch what a dog is
I’m wrecking s*it, but these b!tches don’t even know I don’t play on a ball field, huh
Okay, we walk up in the room, b!tches stripping off the vert
One rubbing my back, the other one grabbing my d!ck like, “Oh yeah, this s*it merch”
She like, “You can fu*k me hard, go in deep, that s*it don’t hurt”
Before I do that, y’all gotta eat it up, b!tch, you know what Boston worth?
Okay, now both done dropped the head
Looking up to the sky like I gotta tell my n!ggas that’s in the feds
One look like the old Trina, one Black as fu*k with curls in her head
Bouncing on that d!ck, she screaming, rock your world up in this bed
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m going out sad, she got me curling up under the head
One of ’em wouldn’t get all the way undressed
B!tch tryna work her move on me, say, “I suck the d!ck while I’m fresh”
You would think it’s Halloween, this b!tch done popped out with a vest
Damn, I think I need some rest, I’m praying I stay blessed
Crackers done rushed up in my room, jumping up like, “What the fu*k?”
They waving guns, s*it, I can’t really see, I think I’m getting stuck
It’s so much smoke, lights flashing, s*it, I’m thinking should I go buck?
I grab my s*it just to jump out the window, the crackers say, “I’ll wet you up”
What the fu*k is going on? How the fu*k this s*it went up?
Why the fu*k y’all got me handcuffed? Why y’all going through all my stuff?
He like, “Mr. Foster, calm down, we’ve been watching you for ten months”
I’m kinda agitated, but I ain’t tripping, I know this n!gga smell like he smoke blunts
“I’ve tried that flavor for a while, sir, you smell exactly just like Runtz”
Look around the room, only n!gga talking is one person, the rest ain’t saying nothing
He ain’t read me my Miranda Rights or search me down or doing nothing
He toting a Hi-Point, I’m thinking in my head like, “This s*it here a front”
Okay, now I’m finna work my move
They ain’t search me down, he don’t know in my left pocket, I got a tool
They don’t I’m cool with the pistol, swang that b!tch like Tom Cruise
B!tch I snatched up first looking at me, giving me the eye like, “Don’t work your move”
Gave her the eye back like, “This s*it I’m finna do, them pussies can’t even do”