[Intro]
Yuh, real Rx
Yuh
Real Rx
[Verse]
Walk in this bitch like Lil B
On the perc pill and a lil E
I slid in this bitch like a Martian
This a Audi, I'm not walkin'
When Pap talkin', stop talkin'
I was in the box with Bob Barker
I will backslap a nigga mama
Pussy niggas prayin' to see me under
Glock look like OKC Thunder
Bitch say I'm sexier than Ted Bundy
I walk in the trap and I get it jumpin'
Gucci sneakers niggas walkin' in Jumanji
Buscemi boots need a key
Auntie finna get her ass DDT’ed
I walk in this bitch like Lord of the Rings
This shit'll get uglier than Booker T
I walk in this bitch like Mr. Walk-in-this-Bitch
You tryna walk in how I walked in this bitch
This beat crazy, I'm walkin' this bitch
Back to back, I'm talkin' my shit
They said, "Pap, why the fuck you always spazzin'?"
Drac got a hit stick like John Madden
My chains havin' a versus battle
I walked in like Tony Soprano
Diamonds hittin' likе a noisy channel
Bitch it's Chanel, why you call it channel?
Papi too hot for you to handlе
I hit the pot and get dismantled
Ain't no power on in the trap
Auntie in this bitch lightin' candles
Fuckin' hoes like Future in Gucci slides
'Til you get shot out your Gucci sandals
I walked in like "Sway, you ain't got the answers"
Glock make a nigga put his hands up
I walked in like the real Kanye
This wock, this not Bombay
I hate bitches that move like Ciara
That gotta be the dumbest bitch in America
You know damn well that's not that boy dad
I wouldn't be mad if Future beat yo ass
Don't play games with a nigga kid
Nigga fuck around, pop up where you live
They wanna be JT and Yung Miami
All these hoes think they City Girls
5.56, go through fifty girls
I'm in the trap with plenty girls
I will serve a boy and any girl
These niggas livin' in fantasy world
My bitch suck dick better than Jill Scott
I don't know what the fuck wrong with Jill Scott
These city girls is some real thots
I don't beef on the net, I got real opps
Blue tips in the stick kill cops
They like, "When the fuck he gon' stop?"
I walk in this bitch like my pops
Beat the fuck out you and the pot
Where I'm from, X marks the spot
On his forehead, put a fuckin' dot
They held it but never saw the shot
I'm like Kobe tryna beat the clock
I look down and check my watch
It's 8:23 on the dot
Bitch nigga better give me my props
They always say white men can't jump
Well, where I'm from the white got hops
Beat the bowl like Bernard Hopkins
I sold drugs 'cause I ain't have a option
Up the stick, I ain't finna box you
I beat the shit out of you if I box you
Strip a nigga down to his boxers
While his bitch in the car watchin'
She better be happy we don't rob her
I'll take that bitch purse 'cause it's Prada
Give it to my bitch, act like I bought it
They say, "Damn, Papi, you bold"
They say, "Damn, Papi, you cold"
In the kitchen makin' love to the stove
I love that bitch more than she'll ever know
That bitch keep me in Girbaud
Damn, my body covered in gold
Other than the Glock, I don't trust a soul
I drag a razor 'cross your throat
Use the same razor to cut dope
Smoke a blunt and act like nothin' wrong
I don't know why the fuck they wanna play wit me
By the way, this a PlayStation beat
I walk in this bitch like Agent D
Up the Glock, take you off your feet
Lie, cheat, and steal like Eddie G
Knock you the fuck out like Eddie G
Pull up in the foreign like Eddie G
Drunker than a bitch, I'm Eddie G
In a hotel suite like I'm Eddie G
These niggas move like Rikishi
They wanna see me dead like Eddie G
Long live my nigga Eddie G
