Criminal Intent 2

[Intro] (Aye let that shit ride twin) Dawg Shit Records Real Rx [Verse] I jump out the car with the stick a nigga get hit The boy tried to run but he wasn’t that quick Double down pap bitch I stay with two glicks Bro caught one in the head cause this shit can get wicked Bitch what the fuck you got an attitude for? I walk in the house she like “Pap you gotta do more” I got three Hunnit thousand in the floor board I’m not a rapper I’m a real drug lord Dickies suit on like NWA me and big skoo really fucked up LA Make a call for the bag I pull up with the flavors When I pull up just make sure you got your paper I drop a quarter brick in a red this big bеlly Fred still sipping my meds cause I’m sick in thе head Glock got kick hit a bitch in the head Keep it P when I pop it get your bitch in my bed I had every intended knock off a P I had every intended not to take the P Then crackers came back with some sweet I know I’ll never join them I gotta beat them 7500 on an Arab lawyer before I payed him I asked him “How much you gon’ do for me” These crackers tryna give a nigga seven they doggin’ cause I’m a convicted felon He like “I can get you two” but I’ll probably do three 3 years ain’t nun I do that in my sleep call me serve super loaded everyday I’m a yee If you got weed I’ll get what u need How many times you gon’ ask me for my cash app You spend bands with me you should know my cash app It’s the same name as the last app Hurry up get on the phone bruh tell your bitch to send that 250 I’ll dead you right now tell your big homie “Get with me” These niggas be pussy they be stuck in they feelings Ima’ tell you right now I’m not one of those niggas They “Big belly Fred here you go again trippin’” I really sold dope I ain’t crank to Soulja Boy Nigga try that shit with me I’m spanking Soulja Boy My Drac in the field that’s a real Soulja boy Money rag to the front like a magnolia boy He reach for it got shot I thought they told the boy The Glock snap like it’s a polaroid try that shit with your niggas cause I’m not going for it They like “Pap calm down you be going overboard” Stand over a nigga I got enough for sure Half the city hate me cause I’m fresh as a bitch I Rob the other half cause them niggas bitch Nigga made a video slapping a snitch These niggas be jumping dick to dick I’m quick to tell a nigga suck my dick Got murder in your name you ain’t murder nobody You don’t got a big Glock you just got a big body Pap don’t diss niggas I only tell the truth I’m high as a bitch ima’ say what’s on my mind 38 know damn well papi robbed him he ain’t do shit he seen me every time Broke niggas be like “Brody put me on” I be looking at niggas like they leg broke I put that dope bowl in a head yolk This shit off white it look like egg yolk Auntie hurry up and close the screen door She cleaning her pipe with a new Brillo pad I got deals of weed big limo bags Bitch look like Coi Leray with yo slim ole ass Auntie I know how much change it is bring yo ass back [Outro] Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew Let’s ride