“B**** You Weird (B.Y.W.)” is a promotional single by American rapper (from Tallahassee, Florida), Real Boston Richey. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

The Official Music Video premiered Friday, May 1^st, 2026^[1], via Real Boston Richey’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: BboyBeatz, & Young Kelz.^[4]

The song written by: Real Boston Richey, Kelvin Tami, & Brian Lamar Stewart Jr.^[4]

Song: #BYW

#BitchYouWeird

Artist: #RealBostonRichey

#StreetSingles #BangerOfATrack

^Exxxplicit

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“Bitch You Weird (B.Y.W)” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Real Boston Richey:

Intro
(Young Kelz, how you do that?)
Pull up on me
Mm, mm, ayy

Chorus
Ayy, s*** done made me mad, wanna go to your condo and straight up spazz
But I ain’t tryna go to jail, so I’ma hit the trap and beat the bags
I was in love, I was spendin’ my last, and you was outside actin’ bad
Truth be told, I’m ready to fire, mama say, “Go pray ’cause you can’t crash,” uh
Slowed up on them shows ’cause we be arguin’ when I’m on the road
I can’t give you love no more ’cause truth be told, you done broke the code
I was trippin’ up on you, b****, I was eatin’ the ass and eatin’ the toes
I was cheatin’ right after my shows, I can’t even lie, I was with them h***

Verse 1
At a hotel with them females, lyin’, told the b**** I was with the bros
I am rich nigga, came to post, I was checkin’ in real life, trappin’ loads, hmm, hmm
You h**, I ain’t gotta cap, if you know, you know
You wanna f***? S***, I suppose, if you wanna leave, then you can go

Refrain
Got these people think I’m weird, I finally can face my fears
I finally can wipe my tears, I ain’t got no f**** to give
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird

Verse 2
B****, I hate your f*****’ guts, I hate I said it’s forever us
So many nights I was full of lust, I feel the real deal when I bust
And truth be told, I only was stickin’ with you when I was out on bond
You see what I did the same day? I beat my trap, I done did the run
Ran right to another b**** house, back to another b**** mouth
F*****’ all on a b**** couch, and that b**** got a big house
I ain’t gotta get kicked out ’cause I done got some grown s***
Even if she do, I ain’t even trickin’ ’cause I’m a known trick
I’ma just go get another b****, I don’t give a f*** if that p**** hit
I’ll never, ever, ever love a b**** or cuff a b**** or trust a b****
Put a lil’ b**** on hustler s*** just for her to think she bigger than me
I’m the first nigga that’ll pipe her up, your car, your house, lil’ b****** green

Chorus
Ayy, s*** done made me mad, wanna go to your condo and straight up spazz
But I ain’t tryna go to jail, so I’ma hit the trap and beat the bags
I was in love, I was spendin’ my last, and you was outside actin’ bad
Truth be told, I’m ready to fire, mama say, “Go pray ’cause you can’t crash,” uh
Slowed up on them shows ’cause we be arguin’ when I’m on the road
I can’t give you love no more ’cause truth be told, you done broke the code
I was trippin’ up on you, b****, I was e****’ the a** and e****’ the toes
I was cheatin’ right after my shows, I can’t even lie, I was with them h***

Refrain
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird
B****, you weird, b****, you weird

Writer(s): Real Boston Richey, Kelvin Tami, & Brian Lamar Stewart Jr
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