Cheap Lyrics By Real Boston Richey
Andre Run It Up
Secure it cheap, how the *** you ain’t sent your dog and that?
Them bubbles cheap, how the *** you ain’t not hit trapping that?
Them cutters cheap, how the *** you ain’t not hit clapping that?
Pull up another beat, every time I drop a song, I’m getting money
You ain’t gon’ clout ***, why the *** you niggas mugging?
I live my life the right way, I hear thuggin’ and no druggin’
Patek gon’ shine the right way, all road *** bustin’
She offering to give me back road ***, I know she want somethin’
I cheated a couple months, I wake up, the *** still fussin’
After we fought, still got my jewelry on, the *** might steal some
*** bought over with, like, ***, you need to drop you a tear some
Stand right over ***, every time they play, I’m ready to *** me some
All these scars up on my body, ***, I still don’t feel nothing
Crash dummy gon’ come in cars, cause *** act like they don’t feel guns
I just keep my *** discreet, how your daddy should’ve done
Told the cutter to push the P, he gotta go do a pill run
Told the cutter to push the P, but I ain’t talk about it on the player side
Black truck the hoes that go duck off and let the chauffeur drive
I only ride with shooters, stay protected, that’s how I play a slide
Might smack the *** out a ***, if he playing, cause we don’t play with fire
Don’t treat me like no tutor, y’all *** niggas, I be babyfied
She rode the *** so good, you would think this *** right here was made to ride
The odds be dying so fast, you would think these niggas got paid to die
Get all bad so fast, ***, I know why niggas hate the guys
Just keep it real with me, in all honesty, ***, I hate the lies
Say they don’t *** with me, but in the truth, ***, niggas can’t wait to ride
These young niggas be weak, that’s why I hang out with the older guys
***, that’s what I cheat, ***, the truth, ***, I can’t decide
Secure cheap, how the *** you ain’t sent your dog in nothing?
Them bubbles cheap, how the *** you ain’t out here trapping nothing?
Them cutters cheap, how the *** you ain’t out here clapping nothing?
Pull up another beat, every time I drop a song, I’m getting money
You ain’t gon’ clout ***, why the *** you niggas mugging?
I live my life the right way, out here thuggin’ and I’m druggin’
Patek gon’ shine the right way, all real *** bustin’
She off and give me back real ***, I know she want somethin’
If I can’t sit my dog down, I’m telling the truth
I can’t hang around, whatever it come to
I go load up and go bang by them
She’s a clout, when I see that ***, knock the ***’ fame out him
Ever since I lost my cousin, it ain’t been the same without him
Mm, mm, it ain’t been the same
Get a million cash, ***,
I still wanna leave you chained
***, I still wanna trade the game, ***, I still wanna change my fame
Still *** on my *** the same, won’t get mad when I’m to blame