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[Intro]
Yeah
Real Rx
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[Verse]
I walked in this bitch booted out my mind
Big-ass stick extend out my side
Auntie hit the work, she said, "Oh my God"
Glock made 'em say woah like Black Rob
My dad was black, sold crack, and robbed
That's the only thing I know about the nigga
It’s on you how we go about it, nigga
Up the stick and shoot the throat out a nigga
I'm smoking a blunt with Lucifer, nigga
I don't wanna talk, I'm shootin' a nigga
Rob you smooth out your crucifix, nigga
I ain't gonna lie, nigga, I need my meds
Dark thoughts I still see in my head
Clutch the glick while I'm sleepin' to bed
My bitch mad at me once again
This the third time the barrel hit her head
My teacher thought I was special ed
Now my car cost more than that bitch car
I make more monеy than that bitch whole job
I fuck around and employ her wholе job
I was fresh as fuck when I went to school, that's why I got F's on my report card
Auntie can't talk good, she got lock jaw
Skip school, played the block to get the rock off
I count money to get my rocks off
They say Papi move like a mob boss
I’m John Gotti, get a nigga whacked
At the steak house, you'll get knocked off
I sold heroin to buy jeans
Popped shit and copped white ones
Dirty east side nigga came from 'nun
Got that bag, bitch I'ma stunt
Glick cradlin' by my arm, this bitch look like my newborn son
Big ass Cuban hold my charm
We got more sticks than Saddam
Up the glick and pistol whip your mom
This shit’ll get uglier than Lebron
These niggas talk tough like King Von, till they end up like King Von
These niggas washed up like Trick Daddy
These niggas is junkies, DMX
Glick on the bike, this a BMX
On the interstate, feel like BMF
I never let a pussy nigga see me sweat
I walk in this bitch like Keith Sweat
Big ass chain dangle from my neck
Your bitch broke her neck to look at my neck
She looked at my neck, wanted to give me neck
She gave me neck and then it broke her neck
It’s a hundred rounds in this fuckin' drum and I shoot this bitch till it’s nothing left
Drake beatbox like Doug E. Fresh
In the kitchen I'm the American Chef
Poetic with the Glock, Mos Def
I'm in the kitchen with all white like the Pope
I beat the shit out the boy like the Pope
Backslap the girl like the Pope
I ain't have a job, I sold dope
I like Cuban links, not gold ropes
They say Papi walk in this bitch and do the most
556 made 'em hit the folks
Oh shit it’s Pap, there he go
Bitch blink too long, then I'm gone
I’m doin' 120 in a 50 zone
Trunk full of white like Post Malone
I'm drunker than a bitch like Post Malone
Tat my face like Post Malone
Bitch I'm stoned like Post Malone
Put a bitch in a trunk like Haitian [?]
These niggas gay just like Tupac
Niggas fake gangstas like Tupac
These niggas act gooder than Tupac
You can't be mad cause I'm who you not
I really stuff bands inside a shoebox
I really spun blocks tryna shoot opps
I teach you how to cook and [?]
I beat the pot till it got a speed [?]
These niggas washed up like Reeboks
They ain't got the same kind of guns we got
This shit gonna get uglier than [?]
My auntie tried to sell me a pair of FILA's
She told me, "Papi, just break me off a dime"
Auntie do unbelievable shit all the time
For 3 months she been waitin' on SSI
And every different month she come up with a different lie
She always catch me when I'm high out my mind
With a bullshit story and I let her slide
I walk in my bitch house dead fly
She all like my chicken country fried
Mashed potatoes, mac cheese on the side
When I'm done eatin' get between your thighs
You gotta tell me when it’s something on your mind
I'm a trap nigga, I can't read your mind
Pop a perc, too much on my mind
Crack a pint then pour a line
Up the stick, its Columbine
Hit you and him, y'all both combined
Walk in this bitch with one in the head
Glock go off, hit one in your dreads
I did what I did and it is what it is
Wish I could rewind time to do it again