[Intro]
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Dawg shit records
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
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Real Rx
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[Verse]
Bitch wanna come to my crib bitch wanna see how papi live
My car garage bigger than a bitch you don’t know nan nigga I feel like trick
Cartier look like a laser on my wrist how you wake up on my dick?
Money tag in the front like Soulja Slim F-N on me I’m low as shit
I break the woods and roll a zip the forty make my shoulder skip
I break her back and hold her hip quick draw McGraw pull it off off hip
Can’t bring my Glock I ain’t going in gotta reschedule do the show again
You don’t got money how the fuck you get in
He think it’s top but I’m serving him hit
I could stretch a slab with the flick of my wrist
You don’t know no nigga more dogest then this
You ain’t gon shoot in the car don’t even get in
Thеse niggas real deal bitch, I walkеd in with that dog shit on me
Auntie need it she calling on me lil’ cuz say he depend on me
Brody say “He got ten for me” unc say “He scrip for me”
Little bitch wanna smoke a zip with me, she text me back every ten minutes
I replied back “Like get with me” I walk in this bitch like big Willy
Vic Glock cause it get silly in the kitchen I feel like Bo Jack
The Draco sound like Kodak bitch I’m him how you ain’t know that?
She like papi can we go back who is that ion even know that
I don’t wanna bitch where yo throat at she like “Unt, unt I ain’t even on that”
I’m like “Bitch don’t call my phone back” she like “Damn thought you loved me”
I don’t love shit I love that money had me locked down for the summer
My bitch like YSL I’m not gunna I walk in like the number one stunner
Anything you can name I done done it the micro drac came with a hunnit
I switch the switch I’m finna gun it jump out the car we got a runner
Not quick enough the reaper coming bitch tryna say I’m tripping
Bitch got the nerve say I don’t listen bitch got the nerve say I’m acting different
I’m fresh outta jail it’s back to business the Glock thirty s hit from a distance
I don’t know them niggas I keep my distance long nose on the K like Scottie Pippen
That’s yo bitch bruh I probably hit it most of these bitches delusional
You can stop me when I’m losing you I talk slow I’m not confusing you
I know this ain’t when you usually do she like pap you in your bag
Where the fuck I’m supposed to be pull up waving my money rag
That’s how the fuck you know it’s me she like pap you can have anybody
How the fuck you know this me I put that drank on a nigga fast that bitch sing like Jodeci
Hit the show we thirty deep Glocks and a nigga forty deep
Ain’t nothing but some locs with me he wasn’t talking about no money that’s why he never spoke to me
He know I got the pole with me I know Yano a blow for me
Lil cuz’ [?] a throw for me they like pap get back in that mode
I still serve unc out the back of the door hurry get yo shit and get the fuck on
Not leaving here till the [?] gone everything good real good
Why you all in your feelings bitch why you all in my business
Bitch why you all in my mentions why is you liking all my pictures
If you had a sister I’ll hit your sister Cartier hold my wrist up
Roll a wood while I’m getting my dick sucked top dog I’m a different nigga
Got it out the mud so it hit different these VV’s it glisten different
I crack the top and then I sip it don’t wanna wock I rather tris it
Real Rx I got prescriptions I get money ion get in my feelings
I run it up and then I do it again the bank know me on the first name basis
J’s in the spot speed dating ain’t just did a line of coke and [?] her speed racing
They know me I’m the chosen one she said papi you the only one but baby you ain’t what I want I’ll call you back tomorrow morning
She like why you gotta do me like that she like why you get moody like that
She like I want the old pap I want all of my old hoes back I bring a truck load back step on that bitch whole back
Fill a P bitch in my bed I’m tryna break her whole back
Bitch I’m him you know that if ion like it go back
I’ll show you where the dough at don’t fuck up my floor mat
She text my phone so sad that’s her lost that’s her bad
She call me papi like her dad, she say “Ya cocky lil ass”
She say “I get her in the mood” she say “I’m silky super smooth”
She wanna fuck me in the room I told her “Baby keep it cool”
Sometimes she get a lil ratchet but she know when to keep it cute
I pop a perk and sip a deuce my old bitch broke and miserable
I pull up in a pigeon coupe can’t see me through the tint and view
I’m geeked in all my interviews she text like what you finna do?
Pull up I’m finna get into you she said I’ll be there around two
I text her back like ight cool you already know how I do
