[Intro]
It's the dawg
Show ’em this shit, Brazy
Thumbing through this shit back to back
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Fat ass bankroll keep on busting out my damn Jeans
Fine shit sliding striker while, I'm serving she wanna be my trap queen
Turkey bags vacuum seals nigga this a dope boy dream
Gray dope wax bags stuffed nigga this heroin clean
Stay down until you come up nigga you know big Papi the definition
It ain't in the name of love but I get a brick and I’m stepping in it
They say “Papi talk that dope boy shit but you ain't been dropping in a minute”
Unc owe me a hunnit for 3 months and I've been tryna get it
Scored a pint from Boobie i could've sold It but i rather sip it
Designer rocka junkie and I got a sick codeine addiction
Bust down my mouth went wall to wall gave five thousand dollars to my dentist
Don't give a fuck about a critic I'm tryna stuff a Honda Civic
Mommy tell me “I'm a damn dope boy” just like my damn dad
Kick the door up the pole nigga where them damn bags?
Ain't no rules in this shit they [?] they self when it come to that cash
He [?] with a 20 ball I’m walking around I’m talking glass
I ain't drive nowhere to serve a whole P nigga I serve the whole street
Auntie calling asking me for credit I ain’t did this since fourteen
I got high class clientele my [?] just pulled a dub out
Ice rocks locked in my mouth bitch they ain't coming out
Papi pop that shit way too damn much bitch I need [?]
Fell asleep on drink she send a text she trying to express her feelings
Real dope boy I'm five hundred degrees I'm sliding drop top ain’t got no ceiling
Papi been bout it ain't got no limit
Thirty thousand Cuban ain't got no pendant
C-H strike this is not no rental he might show that money but he not gonna spend It
Nun of my teeth got [?] in them Foreign I drive is not no rental
Broke ass niggas signing for crumbs hungry ass crackers signing bums
Put a hole in a nigga like Shia LaBeouf one by one you can line them up
They was sleep on papi I'm waking them up and
I ain't taking shit no way but up
She don't know my name but know I'm papered up
Hunnits I'm thumbing got paper cuts I'm him not then ion say it enough
Laid up with that hoe you need to chase some money
The car go “Rrr” I crank it up the Glock hit harder than Gervonta punch
Bitch I need my cheese, cheddar, chips and some extra dip salary lettuce my neck full of carrots Bitch I'm doing shit
Cartier lens this bitch look like sonic got blue berry tint
Extravagant you know I'm out your league the way I pop my shit
[Break]
One, two, three four, five, six, seven ,eight, nine, ten
Nigga
[Verse 2]
Took a break from rapping to count this mother fucking check right now
Nigga can't even show me least a dime nigga sit your broke ass down
Poor ass nigga ain't buy that bitch shit swear the fuck on me nigga
Big body foreign taking up both lines you ain't even got a car
Broke ass nigga can't even buy a strike to to go pick ya bitch up nigga
Bitch I'm sliding hot five thousand bucks how you ain't got on nigga
Woody pull up smiling at a nigga bitch her panties hitting the floor
Every nigga around me got they mouth bossed up and pockets full of dough
I ain't got a haircut in 3 weeks this bitch gon' let me fuck like I just left the barber
Bitch know I wake up and get some money she love my dirty draws
Fine shit straight from Alabama she love my country grammar
This bitch gon' show me a real good time but pap don't got no manners
Beating this little bitch and she keep screaming “boy I got work in the morning”
[Outro]
Yeah that's a thousand right there
