Explore Boston Richey’s Track “Send A Blitz” Lyrics

The track “Send A Blitz” by Boston Richey exudes a vibrant and catchy energy typical of hip-hop and rap music, featuring explicit language. The song revolves around themes of relationships, street life, and confidence. The chorus hints at the artist’s carefree attitude towards relationships, while the verses delve into encounters with women, experiences in the streets, and loyalty to his crew.

Boston Richey, known for his assertive style, incorporates Michigan-style hip-hop production into his music. The artist’s career is highlighted by his mixtape “Public Housing,” which gained moderate success, reflecting his growing influence in the music industry. Signed to the Freebandz record label owned by Future, Boston Richey continues to make waves with his gritty storytelling and bold lyricism.

Insight into Boston Richey’s Identity and Music Career

Jalen Taheen Foster, better known as Boston Richey, originates from Tallahassee, Florida, and has captivated audiences with his distinctive musical approach. His partnership with Freebandz has opened avenues for collaboration with renowned artists and producers, enhancing his visibility in the hip-hop scene.

The artist’s tracks like “Send A Blitz” underscore his knack for raw storytelling and unapologetic expression, resonating with fans of the genre. Boston Richey’s future in the music industry looks promising, promising further growth and innovation in his craft.

Experience the Bold Lyrics of “Send A Blitz” by Boston Richey

[Intro]

(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow
(PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Man, this shit on the floor

[Chorus]

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don’t like lil’ homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I’m tired of goin’ home
Told that ho, “Don’t speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone”
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

[Verse]

Bitch say she gon’ pay me to suck that dick, she don’t turn me on
Talkin’ to the pussy, that freaky shit like I’m on the microphone
I was out here pavin’ a way when dog was out here swipin’ phones
You can’t come to Ridge Road or South City, that’s where them snipers roam
And that’s on my son, I was out here thuggin’ with whitеy-tighties on
Love to fuck a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can’t wife a shonе
Only thing they askin’ Boston, “Will your niggas take life?”
Get that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the fuck I’ma stop at lights?
Bitch, I’ma fuck you good, but you know I ain’t gon’ do you right
Catch an opp lackin’, that’s on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin’ Bubbs when niggas ain’t have no Bubbs, that’s why we pipe
You either flyin’ P’s or you fuckin’, that’s how you get your flight…

[Chorus]

Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don’t like lil’ homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I’m tired of goin’ home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, “Don’t speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone”
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

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