Real Boston Richey - Cheap Lyrics

(Andree, run it up)

Securus cheap, how the f*ck you ain't sent your doggy nothin'?
Them Bubbas cheap, how the f*ck you ain't out here trappin' nothin'?
Them cutters cheap, how the f*ck you ain't out here clappin' nothin'?
Pull up another beat, every time I drop a song, I'm gettin' money
You ain't gon' clap shit, why the f*ck you niggas muggin'?
I live my life the right way, out here thuggin' and I'm druggin'
Patek gon' shine the right way, all rose, shit bustin'
She offered to give me backrubs, shit, I know she want somethin'

I cheated a couple months, I wake up, the bitch still fussin'
After we f*ck, still got my jewelry on, the bitch might steal somethin'
Shit 'bout over with like, bitch, you need to drop you a tear or somethin'
Stand right over shit, every time they play, I'm ready to kill me somethin'
All these scars up on my body, nigga, I still don't feel nothin'
Crash dummy go kamikaze 'cause niggas act like they don't feel guns
I just keep my shit discrete, how your daddy should've done
Told lil' cuh to push the P, he gotta go do a pill run
Told lil' cuh, "Go push the P," but I ain't talkin' 'bout on a player side
Black truck the hoes and go duck off and let the chauffer drive
I only rock with shooters, stay protected, that's how I play and slide
Might smack the shit out a nigga if he playin' 'cause we don't play with fire
Don't treat me like no tutor, y'all f*ck niggas' ass be babified
She rode the dick so good, you would think this bitch right here was made to ride
Opps be dyin' so fast, you would think these niggas got paid to die
Get off bags so fast, shit, I know why niggas hate the guys
Keep it real with me, in all honesty, shit, I hate to lie
Say they don't f*ck 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 asked, would I cheat? Shit, the truth, bitch, I can't decide

Securus cheap, how the f*ck you ain't sent your doggy nothin'?
Them Bubbas cheap, how the f*ck you ain't out here trappin' nothin'?
Them cutters cheap, how the f*ck you ain't out here clappin' nothin'?
Pull up another beat, every time I drop a song, I'm gettin' money
You ain't gon' clap shit, why the f*ck you niggas muggin'?
I live my life the right way, out here thuggin' and I'm druggin'
Patek gon' shine the right way, all rose, shit bustin'
She offered to give me backrubs, shit, I know she want somethin'

If I can't sit my dog down and tell him the truth, I can't hang around him
Uh, whatever it come to, I'll go load up and go bang 'bout him
Just clap, when I see that nigga, knock the f*ckin' fame out him
Ever since I lost my cousin, it ain't been the same without him
Uh, uh, it ain't been the same
Get a million cash, nigga, I still wouldn't even change
Nigga, I still won't change the game
Nigga, I still won't change for fame
Still f*ck on my hoes the same
Won't get mad when I'm to blame