Shea - Dorchester Lyrics

It's Bufe season actually
This uh, commences the start of, bufe season...
As you know
Riding round Dorche we got the windows down
Smoking loud, shit look like chimney way that smoke come out
Trynna stack up all this cash ya I'm talking bout amounts
Only want the f*cking head, ya I only want the mouth
Used to think that I was beat, but she f*cking with me now
Said she love my flow on my beats, said she f*cking with my sound
Now she all up in my DMs straight up actin like a clown
Tried to hop up on my wave but just got lost up in the crowd
Now I'm slouched up on the couch, watching storage wars with your whore
On my lap watching episodes that we done seen before
Give me ten I'm on her lips just like some aquaphor
When I'm done, I gotta run see my guys down by the corner store
Hit them up, in blue bubbles all up on my phone
At night, Garvey jumping like it's sky zone
Lately bitches always with me I'm never alone
But that's why Stacy hates me, I only want the dome
Got Stacy in the backseat and she glaring at me
Ya she really want me badly, she can't ever have me
Kick game like I'm Michael Bradley , only want a bhaddie
Got the secrets to this shit like I made the Krabby Patty

Dorchester, Dorchester that's the DOT
And you know that we ain't ever gonna stop
Till we popping at the top (Ya)
Tohig park that be the spot,
Muffler Man always dancing in the lot
Ya we do this shit a lot (Ya)
F*ck it homie roll the pot
Think you gang here to show you that you not
Always running from the cops (Ya)
If it's boring then we bring out the mop
How we do this shit in DOT

And she wanna soothe me
Ya I got big dreams we ain't messing around
Used to leave me on read, but girls sexting me now
Texting me now, Ain't nobody besting me now
D-Rose on the break nobody catching me now
Now I'm living good, nothing stressing me out
All this Gucci people dressing for clout
But I'm fine with my Nikes ya you know what Yung Bufe is about
Ya I'm boutta make it never a doubt
Now I got big dreams like J Cole's label
I'm Saturday playing pong, got the cups on the table
All these dudes telling lies ya they telling them fables
I'm in between your girls legs like that boy Kurt Angle
FIFA curving shots, cause we come with finesse
Trynna get my pockets right so my momma don't stress
If you want me come and find me, I'm at G with my friends
And I never have to mumble, ya I always make sense
Always make change, got to rearrange
Got ya girl she getting high on a plane she giving me brain
Momma had to always sustain with the money she made
Now ya boys not stopping till your boy is cursed with the fame
I'm a new flame up in the game
Ya I made your dame walk shame with a cane
My guys are insane
I'm going up I got growing pains
"Oh my God, Shea"
Hear that, that's your girls and you know she steady screaming my name
Bufe, Bufe, Bufe

I'm f*cking like that
Whaaaaaaaaat