[Intro]
Yuh, Real Rx, yuh
[Verse]
Real dope boy, same fit for three days
Coke residue on aunty plate
Third razor, I hope it don't break
I walk in the trap like Larenz Tate
Seen cuz cook crack in an Easy Bake
A good batch left aunty with the shakes
Watch the cameras in the trap all day
Paul Wall in the Audi, sitting sideways
Gave unc a dub to wash the Audi, gave another dub to clean the driveway
I don't like niggas looking at me sideways
I don't got a job, I know crime pays
I tried to change, I'm stuck in my ways
I up the glick, beat the fuck out your face
Bad thoughts, I'm having bad visions
Up the glick broad day, go to tripping
I'm Jefferey Dahmer when I'm in the kitchen
And that pot like grandma on Sunday, mixing
Ah well, I read the Bible, I ain't listen
Too busy loading that stick, tryna hit shit
Talking sideways, get your shit split
5.56 go through a big bitch
I hate when niggas talk like they live shit, but know damn well they ain't did shit
Step in the kitchen, show you how my wrist hits
For Christmas I ain't get one gift on my wishlist
Right there and then, I knew I had to hit licks
You'll never get nothing if you don't risk it
Paranoid, go to sleep everyday clutching my pistol
My bitch tell me everyday I got issues
This stick got kick like it do Jiu-Jitsu
I'm a big bulldog, you a Shih Tzu
Pop a Perc', jump in the Audi and get loose
Roll the window down, let that bitch loose
Thought I hit one corner, found out I hit two
Talk behind ya back, shit that a bitch do
Back out the glick, bet I make a bitch move
On the block, catching licks, I skipped school
Flipped the thirty one and bought a deuce
Flipped the deuce and bought a coupe
Push a button and drop the roof
I feel like Flak when the Drac' shoot
In the club, tweaking off the boot
Stomp a nigga out in my boots
Run my hands through a brick like a masseuse
Can't imitate or copy what I do
When you see me shoot, just follow suit
I see cuz bust a move, I follow through
She eat me up and swallow too
Bitch suck dick like she Snaggletooth
Fuck a bag, I bought her a coupe
You the type of nigga to shoot in the roof
I'm the type of nigga that'll shoot at you
You, you, you and you
Broad day light, whatchu wanna do?
It could be me against you
You, you and you
Shit, and them niggas too
Wake up in the morning in a bad mood
Drac' hit A to Z like Papoose
I ain't wanna rob him, but I had to
When they say Pap name, it's bad news
Paint a picture of me, like I'm a bad dude
They gonn' give me my credit, its past due
They got my name in investigations
They know I shoot with no hesitation
Rob a nigga and strip him naked
Can't run from your problems, you gotta face 'em
