Man Cry Wolf

[Intro: RXKNephew]
Ayy, real DrugRixh
Yuh
Ayy

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
Don't come 'round here, you don't want no crack
Not a familiar face? Then you getting taxed
Bitch, go hit a lick, do that
Strapped up in the robe like the new Bernie Mac
Junkie, they geeking, they scratching, they itching
Boom, dreads everywhere
Jays outside and they won't leave
Big-ass Glock knock-knock out yo knees
Slitherman, don't be playing with me
Stomp on a bitch face with two feet
Up that glick, crash the fuck out
Siéntate, boom, sit down
Glick turn you to '06 Chris Brown
[?] fah-fah-bow
Backhand slap the plug 'cause he taxing
Glick turn him to a kid in a backyard backflipping
Look like badass kid jumping off of mattresses
Go ahead and say something, I'ma start slapping 'em
Glock 17 put him in walls of Jericho
Chancletas on, look like gordo
Pew pew pew, knock him out the ozone
Fresh white tee, this is not no Vlone
Boy with me and he not Cheddar Bob
He look like Demolition Man with that Glock
Walk through the forest, come out with a fox
I got anger issues from the block
Bitch pissed off from my funky-ass socks
Straight drop make 'em dance like they making TikToks
This Backwood the size of Ms. Puff
[?] in yo apartment
Thinking he a demon? My heart get darker
Slitherman [?]
Knock-knock-knock, who?
J. B., boy, Glock, boy, it shoot
They get in the booth, they don't tell the truth
Talk to the Lord, that not what I do
Stomach bubbling, I'm on the boot
Slitherman pop out the motherfucking blue
Break his jaw, have him eating soup
Yuh
Walk in that bitch, crash out, crash out
One, two, three, four beans till I pass out
It ain't no weed, lil' nigga, this a crack house
Donald Trump took care of the trap house
Trap house look like we serve hot soup bowls
Glock sound like Pap when he scream, "Real RX"
All of this talking but nobody die yet
Yuh
He mad like that [?] with a baseball bat
Boom, AR break his back, .556 to his hat
Fresh as a fuck, back the fuck up
Two Tone Tuff T'd the fuck up
Two Tone Tuff walked in too cuffed
Two Tone, he ain't never quitting drugs

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
Big-ass glick longer than a bus
Walked in, bitches on my nuts
Bitch better back the fuck up, bitch
Give me some room, get the fuck out my face
Booted as shit, can't feel my face
Kool-Aid Cartiers on my face
I will backspin kick a bitch in the face
Why you got a money rag on? I ain't sanction that
Stab you in yo face, money rag, taking that
I don't listen to Biggie, I listen to Neph
In a Hellcat like the Michelin Man
Drac' spit like a nigga from Michigan
I got more Cartis than a nigga from Michigan
Spin a block, don't miss again
Shout-out Carlo, that's my fucking nigga
He know I fuck more hoes than Biggie
I don't wear Coogi, I'm not Biggie
[?] to auntie a fifty, no biggie
Money rag on my fucking face
Put your fucking mask on, cover your face