"Cheap" lyrics
(B.A.K)
Ouu shii
Let's go
I like to talk my shi onna beat
Imma inna stu smokin za wit lil cee
Don't flop where u sit, we got chops inna seat
Never stressing a bitch, gotta keep that shi P
Spent 'bout 10, this shit ain't cheap
Why is u playing? Don't D.I.E
Chop off his hand like karate
Then wave to em wit it like R.I.P
Look at my fit, nigga, this shi fleaked out
Use hella spit, yeah, I know this bitch freaked out
Stepping outside, better know that my heat out
We got the Feds on our ass, so we reroute
Change routes, best believe I'm wit the same crew
Never switch on the bros, that's the number 1 main rule
I'm doin' shi that they can't do
That's why they all on my dick trynna copy & paste foo
Pillow talking to hoes get u turned to a opp
Hell nah, I ain't friendly, can't come inna spot
Drankin' this Henny, I mix it wit wock
Want me in ha kidneys, I just want the top
Bro gotta switchy on all of his Glocks
I'm from a city where shit can get hot
Please do not tempt me, you can get popped
Freaky lil' bitty gone dance for that guap
I like to talk my shi onna beat
Imma inna stu smokin za wit lil cee
Don't flop where u sit, we got chops inna seat
Never stressing a bitch, gotta keep that shi P
Spent 'bout 10, this shit ain't cheap
Why is u playing? Don't D.I.E
Chop off his hand like karate
Then wave to em wit it like R.I.P
You'll think my name Bradly the way I get bills
Lil bro retarded, go hard for the kills
Bitch, I'mma whale, you swim with the seals
If they take u to jail, I know u gone squeal
You the type to talk about em and dap that nigga
I'm the type to talk about em and wrap that nigga
You went on a mission, didn't tap that trigger
I play with your bitch like an action figure
(Way in the back, gotta catch up)
(Oh, she talk to me now 'cause I'm next up)
(Big Glock only shoot from the neck up)
(Won't make it to the doctor for the check-up)
(He gone)
(Yeah)
(Won't make it to the doctor for the check-up)
And I leave a nigga red like ketchup
I like to talk my shi onna beat
Imma inna stu smokin za wit lil cee
Don't flop where u sit, we got chops inna seat
Never stressing a bitch, gotta keep that shi P
Spent 'bout 10, this shit ain't cheap
Why is u playing? Don't D.I.E
Chop off his hand like karate
Then wave to em wit it like R.I.P
(R.I.P)
Like R.I.P
Leave a nigga smooshed just like some cheese
(Yeah, Aye)
B.A.K
Ouu shii
Let's go
I like to talk my shi onna beat
Imma inna stu smokin za wit lil cee
Don't flop where u sit, we got chops inna seat
Never stressing a bitch, gotta keep that shi P
Spent 'bout 10, this shit ain't cheap
Why is u playing? Don't D.I.E
Chop off his hand like karate
Then wave to em wit it like R.I.P
Look at my fit, nigga, this shi fleaked out
Use hella spit, yeah, I know this bitch freaked out
Stepping outside, better know that my heat out
We got the Feds on our ass, so we reroute
Change routes, best believe I'm wit the same crew
Never switch on the bros, that's the number 1 main rule
I'm doin' shi that they can't do
That's why they all on my dick trynna copy & paste foo
Pillow talking to hoes get u turned to a opp
Hell nah, I ain't friendly, can't come inna spot
Drankin' this Henny, I mix it wit wock
Want me in ha kidneys, I just want the top
Bro gotta switchy on all of his Glocks
I'm from a city where shit can get hot
Please do not tempt me, you can get popped
Freaky lil' bitty gone dance for that guap
I like to talk my shi onna beat
Imma inna stu smokin za wit lil cee
Don't flop where u sit, we got chops inna seat
Never stressing a bitch, gotta keep that shi P
Spent 'bout 10, this shit ain't cheap
Why is u playing? Don't D.I.E
Chop off his hand like karate
Then wave to em wit it like R.I.P
You'll think my name Bradly the way I get bills
Lil bro retarded, go hard for the kills
Bitch, I'mma whale, you swim with the seals
If they take u to jail, I know u gone squeal
You the type to talk about em and dap that nigga
I'm the type to talk about em and wrap that nigga
You went on a mission, didn't tap that trigger
I play with your bitch like an action figure
(Way in the back, gotta catch up)
(Oh, she talk to me now 'cause I'm next up)
(Big Glock only shoot from the neck up)
(Won't make it to the doctor for the check-up)
(He gone)
(Yeah)
(Won't make it to the doctor for the check-up)
And I leave a nigga red like ketchup
I like to talk my shi onna beat
Imma inna stu smokin za wit lil cee
Don't flop where u sit, we got chops inna seat
Never stressing a bitch, gotta keep that shi P
Spent 'bout 10, this shit ain't cheap
Why is u playing? Don't D.I.E
Chop off his hand like karate
Then wave to em wit it like R.I.P
(R.I.P)
Like R.I.P
Leave a nigga smooshed just like some cheese
(Yeah, Aye)
B.A.K
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jayvon Crump
