CVS

[Intro: Rx Papi] Yuh, yuh yuh Yuh, yuh DrugRixh Papi Yuh, yuh yuh yuh yuh Yuh, yuh [Verse 1: Rx Papi] I got niggas locked up facing time in the feds Don't play with my money, I put change on your head They say a young nigga came up and he changed Since I got money shit ain't been the same These niggas flagging, they really be lame You'd be blessed if you know where I came from Young nigga pulling up strapped with the same gun Go out like a pussy nigga, but I ain't one Nigga I'mma go like I'm motherfucking 2Pac Hanging out the window with a pistol, I shoot Glocks I don't go nowhere without an U-wop Bitch don't be mad, I'm the nigga that you not Whole twenty thousand, put that in my shoebox (Yuh... Yuh, yuh, yuh) Bought up 2 pounds of ? when I could've bought up a new drop Nigga I could've spent that on a new watch Got a bust down Rollie, I don't do G-Shock All white 1s on, I don't wear Reeboks Hell nah baby, I ain't wearing no Yeezy I don't wear these, lil nigga I'm greasy Where I come from nigga, yeah we slimy and sneaky Lil nigga, we heathens We don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch I don't really give a fuck if that bitch think that she a diva I cut a bitch off, no I don't need her I pour up three ounces in a two liter I'm popping Percocets when I don't need them Pour them in Sprite or I might just eat 'em These niggas know I'm the motherfucking man I done ran off with a whole lotta bands Going to jail really ain't in my plans These niggas snitching, they jump on the stand These niggas working, they write with they hand I'm in the kitchen beating up the pan [Verse 2: RXK Nephew] I'm in the kitchen chopping up the grams I serve them 2 for 10 up out a van I got the perkies and I got the xans Grams flying like they're Peter Pan You rap about it nigga but I live it Platinos, nigga I'm with it I'm like my grandma when I'm in the kitchen I'm like the chinese man, "10 minutes!" I cook a deuce up in 10 minutes Told the lil bitch "Give me 5 minutes" A big Glock-9, I'mma die with it Brodie on my side, I'mma die with him Jump out the coupe real clean on 'em Nephew got auntie at the ATM for him 800, she tryna spend on it Straight drop, I dropped a 10 on it Brand new coupe, ain't got a print on it Wrap the dope up, put the print on it Nigga don't ask 'bout no prices Just tell me how much you wan' spend on it Show up at the plug with a motherfucking stick on me Grab on the edges and then put my dick on it I don't want pussy, bitch just go put your lips on it I walked at Kim's and I dropped a whole brick on it Shooters, they run with a Plat' and no sticks on 'em He can cook work man, that boy got a wrist on him Now, I went and found a plug with no GPS He got way more drugs than CVS He got pressed pills, lean and all that shit I was in the bin, I couldn't imagine this Real trap nigga, really be having it Real dope dealer, really be serving it What's your name again? I never heard of it I'm from the trenches with dealers and murderers Nigga my grandmama raised me 1800, that's what made me 4th Street, Peck Street where I came from I done met the plug, now they say I changed up