Site Flipping lyrics

by

Real Boston Richey



[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, mhm
It's Richey Rich y'all, mhm, let me talk my sh*t
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Please excuse me if I'm light tippin'
I ain't a racist but I rather deal with white women
This sh*t amazin', should be out here doin' light killings
You give a n*gga the bag and he gon' get it right with him

[Verse]
Just left Atlanta to go to Cali', n*gga, we site flippin'
Gave the b*tch two hundred for the pus*y, n*gga, that's light pimpin'
Hope they close the door while we cook it, n*gga, that white business
Trappin' out the rentals, I know they lookin', so I slight tint it
Boston piped in it
Tryna run the Ms up, run the B up just like Kylie Jenner
I don't really go on dates, but I'ma test that b*tch like, "What's for dinner"
Know we gettin' our cake, don't play, Monclers for the winter
Go back, count the cake, Pluto say he want a hundred for the Sprinter
All these n*ggas pus*y, get out my way, n*gga, I'm lockin' it with spinners
Talk about n*gga that spin the block, only f*ckin' around with bimmers
'Fore I judge another man, look at myself in the mirror
A sack don't make you a boss, and gettin' money don't make you no realer
You can be tamed, how the f*ck these n*ggas big gorillas?
You catch a case, you can't play, don't get no pot to fill it
Got to drop this b*tch back off the Benz, I f*cked 'round bent the fender
The n*gga that stay out here the longest, that's the f*ckin' winner
Can admit that I'm a sinner
Told that b*tch, "I'll kill you," yeah, I said that while I was in there
b*tches love dawgs, n*gga, I'm straight up out the kennel
Matter fact they love all n*ggas, these b*tches be some givers
Givin' up the pus*y, these b*tches don't never see the picture
I don't never see my sister
Lock 'em in the middle, these b*tches be f*ckin' like some scissors
Pass her to my n*gga, before he f*ck, I got to hit her
Can't never get no drop, so why you think I'm a dealer
She be tryna give her all, but my lab is way, way realer
She go down and hit them balls, I swear to God, I really miss her
F&N got baby Draco bullets, they look like baby missiles
Get a block and then we take on n*ggas, ain't got to do nothin' but whistle
Get a drop and then we wait on n*ggas, we play just like scripture
n*ggas tried to play me to the left, but n*ggas got move much quicker
Servin' fish scale, n*gga
sh*t way better than official
I been whippin' dope since thirteen, n*ggas know I be official
I ain't got to put in no work, my n*gga's'll roll you just like a Swisher
I ain't got to put in no work, my n*gga, they quick to bust some triggers
You know I pay the pretty penny, just look how this b*tch flicker
I take a project b*tch, I clean her up, and then I fix her
I take a project b*tch, but I don't put her up in my mixer
They think I'm done, want me to buy the Maybach, hundred K over the sticker
I don't ball hog, I pas the ball, just call me a pitcher
It's like when I stopped sellin' them drugs, n*gga, I became way richer
[Chorus]
Please excuse me if I'm light tippin'
I ain't a racist but I rather deal with white women
This sh*t amazin', should be out here doin' light killings
You give a n*gga the bag and he gon' get it right with him
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