[Intro]
Real Rx
[Verse]
Glick in my hand, get the fuck on the ground
Shoot the shit out a bitch, I ain't fucking around
He run, I run, I'm gunning him down
Drac' going off like "Boom, bow!"
Walk in this bitch like "Watch your fucking mouth"
Park the Audi outside a nigga baby mom house
Early morning, wait for a nigga to come out
Pistol to his face, run him down
Tie a nigga up, stuff him in a car
Take all the rapper weed out the jar
Dope boy, don't eat no caviar
I'm eating Captain Crunch with the pistol on
They say I move like I'm on FBI's Most Wanted
Aunt said she been clean, she don't want it
I told her it's free, she damn near jumped on it
You ain't gotta lie, I knew you wanted it
Walk in the trap like I'm haunting this bitch
Papi Lone Star, I do what I want in this bitch
You can talk all you want, my gun in this bitch
Move wrong with me and get slugs in this bitch
I ain't gonn' liе, this beat hard as shit
They see Pap walk in, they say "Aw, shit!"
Monеy rag on 'cause it got with my fit
If I up my forty, I'm blowing this bitch
If I up this forty, I'm smoking a bitch
Gun you down, walk off, like I ain't knowing a bitch
Hit the corner, cut the lights, get low in the whip
It's at least three different poles in the whip
Looking for a nigga named Slow, who ain't [?]
I'm Gucci Mane to all my opps
I'm T. Roy to all my opps
I'm YNW Melly to all my opps
All my opps exactly what I'm not
They broke and complain like a bunch of thots
Hell no, Pap don't hood hoop
Shoot a nigga block, make his hood hot
Stunting on these niggas, wish I would stop
I walk in this bitch like Suge pop's
I am not one of these industry niggas
If you ain't buying no dog, don't be hitting me nigga
I'll sign for fifty P's of good weed
I'm not signing over my masters for shit
Once I get them bags, then it's lit
I'mma supplier to my whole motherfucking city
Only been one week, ran up a fifty
They like "Goddamn, that boy a trap nigga"
I don't wanna hang with none of you rap niggas
My niggas like to rob, they be trying to whack niggas
These niggas do a bunch of groupie shit
These niggas do a bunch of goofy shit
Send a nigga to the store like "Get loosies, bitch"
Walk in this bitch like I'm drunk off a fifth
A nigga play, I'm upping a fifth
Talk stupid, get bust in ya lip
Walk in this bitch like New York Times
They wanna put me on that cover of the New York Times
When I rap, you don't get no New York vibe
Load this drac' when it's time to slide
Kelly and Los went fucking crazy
This beat too motherfucking wavy
Hold the team down like Tom Brady
Jump in the Audi, I drive it crazy
[Outro]
Yeah, real RX