Real Boston Richey - Keep on Gettin It lyrics

Uh, turn me up, P, uh, Richey uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe, baow) uh, uh

Crackers tryna swing the block
But we keep on gettin' it over here
We ain't got no opps
'cause these niggas bitches
Niggas still hate me over there
Tryna knock me off my pivot
I'll let her nigga buy her nails and hair
I'll go buy a pendant
Fuck with all the DJs that's
Gon' keep me spinnin' but, I'm turned up
Nigga ain't never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now
I bet that bitch gon' listen
I DM the bitch to take her out of town
I bet your bitch go missin'

A ten year run
I was a young nigga out hеre trappin' midget
I feel like I got a magic wand
I been out trickin' bitchеs
I feel like the 50 Boyz
'cause in my britches, nigga
I can fit a fifty
Might have to cross a nigga out I
Love 'cause niggas ain't even with me
Me and that young bitch always fightin'
Just like Bobby and Whitney
She gon' eat that dick up good
I bought that Pink Whitney
She done fucked me and my brother
That bitch you seen with me
They heard I ran up seven
M's, tell fuck niggas, "Come and get me"
My nigga shoot the shit out a nigga
I got that plumber with me
These niggas be doin' all that Tweetin'
But niggas ain't fuckin' with me
We started off a hundred deep
Ain't none of them niggas with me
I know I fucked her good 'cause all
Of my ex bitches miss me
These niggas be cappin' when they
Say, "No cap, " like, "No kizzy"
I'm only givin' a nigga a Bubba
Chain who roll with me
I'm talkin' 'bout same niggas who post
Up at the store with me
Went against the whole hood
We only had like four semis
I'm only like five foot and a
Couple inches with four bitches
I'm 'posed to have a ticket, nigga
I ain't see like no mentions
Can't let him hold the strap, it went down
He done froze with it
Every time I make another hundred
I get more bitches
I fuck that bitch up off that Henny
Got control in it
"Why your car so tinted out?" 'Cause
I got 'bows in it
You know I fuck with Herbo and
Them 'cause I got no limit's
My heart too froze, baby
That's why I be cold pimpin'
My backdoor closed, baby
I ain't doin' no slippin'
We'll wipe your nose, baby
We ain't doin' no trippin'
We got them 'bows, baby
But we ain't doin' no shippin'
She say she fuck me better
These hoes ain't no different
I ain't sold a zip in a year
Big old diamonds in my ear
Make them packages disappear
She got piercings on her lip
I'm out here thuggin' with the dips
I rock Chane-ne for the Crips
I fucked this bitch up off the rip
Yeah, yeah

Crackers tryna swing the block
But we keep on gettin' it over here
We ain't got no opps
'cause these niggas bitches
Niggas still hate me over there
Tryna knock me off my pivot
I'll let her nigga buy her nails and hair
I'll go buy a pendant
Fuck with all the DJs that's
Gon' keep me spinnin' but, I'm turned up
Nigga ain't never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now
I bet that bitch gon' listen
I DM the bitch to take her out of town
I bet your bitch go missin'