I Gotta Clean My Fishtank

[Intro] Yeah, Yeah Dawg Shit Records Real Rx Yeah [Verse] Pull up two cups stuffed fresh as the fuck I hop out that bitch I stuck Tried to keep it low key got the glick in the cut Good crunk got me stuck Truck load came in 100 P’s on the bus ice ice baby I’m freeze I’m bussing Ion’ want to hit your weed you be smoking that ugh Swing out the car get to doing to much Block come out if a nigga get buff Red eye hellcat make a nigga eat dust Ain’t no way in hell twelve gon ever keep up If you press it and step nigga don’t freeze up Six thousand dollars on a chain and a pendant Shoot up the car up I don’t care who in it Hunnit round drum they like “Damn you trippin” Pour four lines and get geeked out my mind It’s glue on the Glock ‘cause it’s stuck to my body I’m Real Rx I can serve you narcotics Walk out the court room feeling like John Gotti Take a nigga rap deal ice out my whole body Got me fucked up bitch I’m in that mode I still got the shooter at the back of the door I still make my ‘lil nigga wrap up the dope My nigga still strap up and ride with the low I’m geeked the fuck up cook a pie on the stove Take my shirt off stick my wrist in the bowl Wire rolls flood on me I’m froze still break it down Serve you some remix Eye ball when the scale broke real dope boy I’m a living legend I feel like Wop in ‘07 call 911 I’m in a 9/11 Feel like Juiceman when it come to rap I wish dope boys had their own Forbes list I love the pot that bitch gorgeous Same trap we put a new floor in I wish Brody could watch me cook But I ain’t rapping I’m tryna jug Run it up and then do it again, again and again and again and again I jump out the car with the glick that extend Switch on a infin he seen me he ran I threw at his man’s try to shoot for the win Let’s do it again and again and again and again Amiri the bag I scored a touchdown got it for the low I took it uptown Let my main man sample the dope He hit it one time say “It’s murder she wrote” I stuff a slab and dirty [?] You probably wouldn’t understand ‘cause you broke If I wasn’t rapping i sell dope Can you get a deal from me hell no It’s hot as a bitch put the fan in the window The kitchen to NBA Jam when I’m in it I ain’t cook dope a whole slab in a minute Spin that bitch throw a jab when I’m finished Walk out the kitchen like Julia sees That little bird know it’s a deuce in the freezer I’m a real trap nigga I’m trying to sell you some Stay on the sidewalk you scared or some Clutch my Glock I’m prepared for some Pop this perk I’m hearing some Jump back in the car the engine runnin’ Throw this bitch in gear and gun it Rag tied to the front like Soulja Slim Chain big as a bitch you know it’s him I don’t know that nigga don’t let him in Trying to make every play on your ESPN 35 for a- like Kevin Durant I charge 40 for the- he don’t know it’s hit I’m a real nasty dealer I’ll show you a trick My had to get proper, I’m fresh as a bitch Hurricane flood on my neck and fist 308 sound like the new zo6 No matter what they tell you no dope boy gon’ ever quit Stuck in the bowl cause I’m way too legit Served him a slab it was half a slit Papi got a Ric flair flashy wrist Step on a slub do it accurate Got love for the kitchen I’m passion Got gruck in the blunt I ain’t passing it Keep yo blunt but just watch where you Ashing it If I’m driving it got to be fast as shit Ima’ go with my move fuck around flip with whole strip Switch on the stick give a nigga the whole clip 556 hit a nigga with blue tips Big belly freddy I’m cooking a slab Nigga mess up the bowl I’ll clean it up after Just pulled a slab out a dirty compressor Got my ice cubes in Craig Keep my Glock on the dresser My feet getting tired I’m really a stepper I cook up whatever it’s whatever whenever