[Intro]
I call this the crackhouse
Yuh Flawless
Real Rx
I’m fresh as the fuck, you know what I’m saying
I’m fresh as a bitch
Nah, I be as fresh as the fuck, you know what I’m saying
Stop flexing your muscles, Jordan
[Verse]
All my opps broke as a bitch
One of my opps buy K2 nicks
All my opps wear a dumbass chain
I fucked the shit out one of my opps’ auntie
I beat the shit out of half my opps
I got more money than all my opps
One of my opps a mental health patient
He drink malt liquor and all his guns outdated
One of my opps an internet blood
Five of my opps is suburban good kids
But on the net they gangsta as shit
One of my opps caught a body and snitched
Most of my opps like OTF
Hell nah, I don’t bump OTF
I [?] with them songs out with Lil Flash
Although I did it anyway, them shits trash
I’m finna drop this song when I’m done
I don’t give a fuck if Ravio tell me don’t drop
The whole world got hit by all my opps
My opps don’t know they dad ‘cause I’m they pops
My opps hate me ‘cause I get fresh
My opps hate me ‘cause I know how to dress
JRDN blacked the fuck out on the beat
I think he [?] blacked the fuck out on the beat
None of my opps know how to cook crack
One of my opps’ baby mom stank and fat
I got neck from her for a weed sack
In front of your son, that’s no cap
Feel like, oh shit, the old Pap back
Choked one of my opps and robbed him for his purse
He ain’t come on the block for a week after that
I thought he was gon’ call police after that
One of my opps names Shawmeek
Talk mad shit but his jaw weak
How the fuck is you skinny and fat
I’ll beat your ass back to back
Back to back to back to back
Back to back to back to back
Back to back to back to back
And then blow up your petty ass after that
They say Papi throw punches like The Flash
My opps stand on the corner and sell bags
My opps still drive they mama car
My outfit could buy your mama car
Next week I’m finna buy my mama car
Caught my opp BM in his baby mama car
Bust that bitch ass, told her drop me off
My opps know I put my Glock down and fight you
I give you a fair chance, still beat your ass
It’s not one nigga breathing who can say he whoop Pap
I ain’t saying that I’m the toughest nigga
But I’d left-right uppercut a nigga
I punch hard like the Bean, Butter nigga
My opps say they hate me, still bump my music
It’s mad bitches in my DMs say they fuck with me ‘cause they nigga always bump my music
He ready to beat that bitch ‘cause she bump my music
Cut my last bitch off, she moving stupid
You used to be my bitch, now you one of my opps
I show more attention to one of my thots
I really bruise my knuckles from beating the pot
On percs, I used to fall asleep on the block
In my city I’m the real Lil Reese
Nigga better think twice before he fuck with me
I walk in that bitch like I got dope for sale
He told, lying, like he posted bail
Bitch mad she ain’t get no Chanel
They doubted and said I was supposed to fail
I punch in like I punch one of my opps
I got opps watching me while I’m on live
None of my opps don’t be outside
He get hit with this Glock, he won’t survive
Punch the shit out your fucking eye
Punch the shit out you several times
I beat my opps like Joe did Jackson Five
One of my opps ass like a crackhead mom
My opps still sleep on they mama couch
They gotta sneak bitches in they mama house
If you don’t like Pap, suck my dick
The whole city know that I’m Drugrixh
I pull up on some big body shit
Couple niggas with me got bodies on them
You see the nigga with me, I’ll catch a body for him
Pay a couple dollars, he gone by the morning
I’m the one out the camp like David Ruffin
I get a nigga killed, won’t say nothing
All off Stanfield, I push the button
Get the nigga ‘round, he ain’t good for nothing
All my opps watch my YouTube vids
I seen a few of my opps try to copy my fits
My opps ask bitches how much money I got
One of my opps tried to use a bitch to get me robbed
The bitch told me “This nigga tryna get you robbed, and I know how much that’s gon’ piss you off. I fuck with you, and that’s why I told you”
That bitch blew me so good, I ain’t gon’ hold you
My opps hate the fact that I’m global
I used to cook crack and drink Four Loko
My opps stuck on the corner, them niggas local
Hit the block with the Drac and go loco
These niggas [?] heads like Hugo Loco
Glock knock the horse off a nigga Polo
Like a bitch nigga, how Pap won’t go
My opps eat food off the dollar menu
It’s okay if you not street, you ain’t got it in you
My opps still bag up zips
Nothing against niggas who bag zippers, but these niggas old as a bitch
They like, “Why you giving your opps so much attention?”
All my opps’ bitches let me stick my dick in
One of my opp bitches told him he should be like me
She even bought the nigga a BB Simon
That’s how much she want him to be like Pap
My opp BM wish I was her baby dad
She said, “Pap, we’d have beautiful kids”
She say she love the way a nigga live
My opps hate my fucking guts
But I be all in they bitch guts
I bought one of my opps’ daughter a bike
He ain’t have money to get his daughter a bike
But them times you see Papi be tryna fight
Nigga better reevaluate your fucking life
I walk in this bitch, tell an opp suck dick
For real RX, you know what it is
