Cheap Lyrics
Andre Run It Up
Secure it cheap, how the fuck you ain’t sent your dog and that?
Them bubbles cheap, how the fuck you ain’t not hit trapping that?
Them cutters cheap, how the fuck 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 shit, why the fuck you niggas mugging?
I live my life the right way, I hear thuggin’ and no druggin’
Patek gon’ shine the right way, all road shit bustin’
She offering to give me back road shit, I know she want somethin’
I cheated a couple months, I wake up, the bitch still fussin’
After we fought, still got my jewelry on, the bitch might steal some
Shit bought over with, like, bitch, you need to drop you a tear some
Stand right over shit, every time they play, I’m ready to kill me some
All these scars up on my body, nigga, I still don’t feel nothing
Crash dummy gon’ come in cars, cause nigga act like they don’t feel guns
I just keep my shit 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 shit out a nigga, if he playing, cause we don’t play with fire
Don’t treat me like no tutor, y’all fuck niggas, I be babyfied
She rode the dick so good, you would think this bitch 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, shit, I know why niggas hate the guys
Just keep it real with me, in all honesty, shit, I hate the lies
Say they don’t fuck with me, but in the truth, shit, niggas can’t wait to ride
These young niggas be weak, that’s why I hang out with the older guys
Bitch, that’s what I cheat, shit, the truth, bitch, I can’t decide
Secure cheap, how the fuck you ain’t sent your dog in nothing?
Them bubbles cheap, how the fuck you ain’t out here trapping nothing?
Them cutters cheap, how the fuck 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 shit, why the fuck 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 shit bustin’
She off and give me back real shit, 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 nigga, knock the fuckin’ 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, nigga,
I still wanna leave you chained
Nigga, I still wanna trade the game, nigga, I still wanna change my fame
Still fuck on my hoe the same, won’t get mad when I’m to blame
