On Site Lyrics – Real Boston Richey
Runnin’ through a light
If she do it right (ha), I might buy her ice
Yeah, ***, Richey Rich, ***
Prince of Bub’, all that ***, ***
Mr. Goyard Baggage himself
Young *** ridin’ strikes
Shootin’ *** on sight (yeah)
Grippin’ on that pipe (Mmm)
Runnin’ through the light (Huh)
If she treat me right, I might buy her ice (Haha)
*** go down tonight, I might turn you to my wife (Yeah, Yeah)
Want you to be just like me, I’ma get you icy
Niggas tryin’ to snipe me, they lookin’ up my type beats
Like my *** pricey, and I like ’em feisty (Mmm, mm)
*** tryin’ to entice me, I’ma play it shiesty (Yeah, Yeah)
I got my switch up in the A, don’t wanna hit right
They goin’ against whatever I say, ***, that’s unlikely
Long as she doing whatever I say, I’ma treat her nicely (Nice, yeah)
Richey Rich, I’m double R, ***, I move rightly (Yeah)
Won’t hit yo’ ***, been in it too long, it don’t excite me (Mmm)
I’m out on bond, but I still keep that *** beside me
I put *** down, just like a coach, he’ll take a right knee
If *** go down when niggas be dying, this just where I’ll be (Mmm)
Young *** ridin’ strikes (Yeah)
Shootin’ *** on sight (Mmm)
Grippin’ on that pipe (Yeah)
Runnin’ through the light (Yeah, yeah)
If she treat me right, I might buy her ice (Yeah)
*** go down tonight, I might turn you to my wife (Mmm)
Want you to be just like me, I’ma get you icy
Niggas tryin’ to snipe me, they lookin’ up my type beats (Yeah, mmm)
Like my *** pricey, and I like ’em feisty
*** tryin’ to entice me, I’ma play it shiesty
I like bad *** that keep it wavy (Wavy)
I like bad *** that never played me (Never play me)
*** her good, I’m tryin’ to turn her crazy
Leave it in, you gotta have my baby (That’s my baby)
I been out here screamin’ “*** you, pay me” (Mmm mmm)
I been movin’ right, they movin’ shady (Shady)
If it ain’t you, I use a rubber, I play it safely (Play it safely)
If it ain’t you, I use a rubber, I play it safely (Play it safely)
How you love that ***? He *** you lazy (Lazy)
He ain’t even bought you no bag, he be playin’ fugazi (Games)
No matter about my past, this ***’ll never be the same (Mmm)
Damn near hit the club still flex on hoes just wearing a chain (Yeah)
If rap don’t work, I’m back to sellin’ bags, for ***, fasho
My face so good up in the hood, I set up shop at any store (Mmm)
*** play with me in the city, I get a *** drop every loc’
Even when I went to prison, niggas ain’t play when I dropped the soap (Mmm)
Aye, gotta take it easy, crackers want that smoke
‘Fore I dropped that *** game, I was sellin’ ***
Aye, niggas know what we bang, way before I spoke
Aye, niggas playin’ creep games, put him on that ***
Aye, most of my niggas bleedin’, some of my niggas loc
Aye, all my niggas deep in, none of my niggas no *** (Yeah)
You ain’t never leavin’ that’s for ***, fasho
Aye, niggas think they leadin’, time to up the score
Young *** ridin’ strikes (Woo)
Shootin’ *** on sight (Yeah)
Grippin’ on that pipe (Mmm)
Runnin’ through the light (Hmm)
If she treat me right, I might buy her ice
*** go down tonight, I might turn you to my wife (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Want you to be just like me, I’ma get you icy (Woo, mmm)
Niggas tryin’ to snipe me, they lookin’ up my type beats (Pow)
Like my *** pricey, and I like ’em feisty (Mmm, mmm, yeah)
*** tryin’ to entice me, I’ma play it shiesty (Woo)
