Critical Condition, Pt. 2

[Verse 1: RXKNephew] You know damn well you ain't in the trap You ain't never made your own aunty relapse Yeah, your songs good, but nobody believe you I ain't gotta explain what gon happen when I see you We got more guns than Resident Evil I know damn well you still live with your people Real Drugrixh, motivate the people Who let that man in the booth to lie to these people [Verse 2: Rx Papi] I will serve your abuela and tío No matter where I see you, I will leave you Not going back and forth I'm not a speaker Forty blow you right out your sneakers Big Papi, I ride with honchos OJ Simpson in a dirty Bronco That ain't your chain that's another nigga shit How you a boss on another nigga dick Kidnap your mama and smother the bitch Papi be on some real slithery shit You a good kid, you don't get into shit Roll the window down get to hitting shit When that opportunity come imma take it Fuck I look like missing a lick 5.56 got em twisting and shit [Verse 3: RXKNephew] Dos dos tres, I ain't missing a bitch They like how the hell he got the stick in this bitch Skinny ass morena, I'm the real honcho 34's, 34's like dollar tacos I been Drugrixh since a little snotnose How the fuck one day out the blue you was Drugrixh How the fuck three niggas ride around in a coupe Professional capping when you in the booth Your whole mixtape ass and the cover is too You got pussy in your blood and your brother do too Your mama got a pussy and so do you I tried to reach out like a real nigga My bitch in Birmingham got the spill on niggas AR quince sing Johnny Gill on niggas All that subliminal shit, I pull up You niggas not Young Dolph, you ain't gon make it They gon find your ass smelling in the vacants I'm the real Drugrixh, these niggas my stepkids Six mixtapes back to back can't stop shit I see them dislikes on my shit, they watching Your mama got credit and my plug got work [Verse 4: Rx Papi] You pulled a handgun out of your man-purse Well, shoot it and show me it work I guarantee you wouldn't shoot first I slap the shit out your shooter first You niggas moving like Lil Uzi Vert Nephew Leatherface, Papi Lucifer You don't know the first thing bout cooking work You don't want your mama riding in a hearse You don't want your picture on your partner's shirt He drinking liquor, crying, 'cause he hurt That's what you get for lying in your verse You know I ain't hearing this shit I thought you was Sub-Zero and shit Now it's reptiles all over your shit That go to show you on niggas' dicks My niggas come through shooting shit broad day I really served junkies in the hallway You a good kid, you went to college I got that stick on me I'm wiling Up it and hit you or your mama I talk to the plug like ¿que pasa? I gave you niggas swag de nada Dumb bitch listen to aventura I heard the tape, it's basura Please tell me what junkie you saw shoot up 'Cause how the fuck you gon shoot a line I'm sick and tired of these niggas lying You just saying shit that rhyme I really put my life on the line [Verse 5: RXKNephew] Don't play with me nigga it get ugly, real quick Head tap, slither shit, dislocate a nigga jaw with the fist Somebody talk to him, give him some sense My trigger finger squeeze, half a second If we would've linked I probably would've robbed you I can tell a hoe nigga when he start speaking I can tell you ain't never ran with no creatures Y'all get pulled over in that coupe, all of y'all speaking I end your career, make you delete it You ain't on ten, I don't believe it I'll put Sub-Zero back in the freezer I'll slap the shit out all your producers How the fuck you Drugrixh you be in the house You a family man, I know what your life about You better think bout your nieces 'fore you diss me All they gon have in they head is memories Leatherface snatch you up, ain't no making it Now you say you got junkies that shoot You a whole clown nigga what is you doing Beat a nigga face and black and blue it Whatever you wanna do we can do it It's just Nephew and Papi, that's a bunch of shooters Poltergeist pop out of nowhere I know where your bitch live, don't make me say her name I break the glass like Shaq in '04 I backspin kick in the trap door Bunch of Glock veintinueves and AR quinces Make a nigga hopscotch Glock started hitting like [?], Drugrixh nigga can't stop it Hanging round was my only option Crack cocaine was my only option You a good kid, lil nigga stop it Mama couldn't buy me Jordans with the food stamps Hit the trap, stuck in that bitch like a bootcamp Hit a wax bag with two stamps In the tree with a stick like I'm Curious George Driveby out a van, open the door First to go pew pew, and score I don't clout chase, I kick in doors [Verse 6: Rx Papi & RXKNephew] You talk crazy, better be for sure I up that stick and break a nigga jaw Give that nigga the best capper award Used to make a pile to sleep on the floor Glock veintinueve all I can afford I trust my gun 'fore I trust the lord Only religious when I'm in jail And I ain't getting locked up no more Aunty got me with a fluky twenty Got her shit split for fucking with me So what the fuck you think imma do to you When you see me, you better shoot Imma hit you and them niggas next to you I break the rim like Vince Carter What the fuck you get out of lying You gon end up 69-ing Fucking with me, gon get an early retirement And that's gon involve your mama crying Nigga I don't wanna talk, it's a little too late You a clout chasing nigga like [?] You said it in the booth, now say it to my face Got warrants in Atlanta so fuck the state When the work dry I scrape the plate Chop it up and sing Amazing Grace Glock nueve not a thirty-eight Imma up that bitch and take off a nigga face Kick the door, pistol to your face You and your bitch better do what I say Before I blow this ugly hoe brains away Neph say he wanna get on a plane today But I woke up thinking bout a stain today My problem his problem, he ain't got no choice to stay He said where you wanna go, I said round the way 7.62's eat a nigga braids Hot jalapenos knock off his face Wasted gas driving to Alabama state Fucking with these niggas, B done caught a case Drove with five sticks through seven states Kick you in your shit, Kevin Gates I smoke a blunt, I don't meditate Nan gun I got is regi-strated They gon fuck around charge me with premeditated You shaking with that gun, hesitating Who the fuck is Drugrixh Huncho He gon turn to a bitch when the Glock blow Nigga they call me Papi Diablo [Verse 7: RXKNephew] I ain't going back eating rice diablo I hit six juugs off of MetroPCS You in a picture with Peso, a groupie at his best I just want the powder I give my youngins the rest You the type of nigga tell on the whole Drugrixh When you look in the mirror should be ashamed of yourself Don't try to blame your mama, nigga blame yourself .223's hit a nigga he gon need help Turn his dead corpse into Michael Phelps Doing this shit all my life, I don't know nothing else I got ADHD, I can't sit down Imma sell it wholesale, I can't sit on a pound You said I ain't Drugrixh, how the fuck you sound I ain't never had a job in my damn life You can drop a location nigga I'll pull up I feel like Zooka with two guns up I told Blake Money his problem my problem My problem his problem, he told me to take care of Bird He said Sensay he got him I call Shy lowkey pull up with Lil Davinci He a rather buy a thirty 'fore he buy some Fendi I'm the same way as him that's why he with me I ain't talking bout Curtis when I say I'm the real 50 One point five for a motherfucking 50 [Verse 8: Rx Papi] I slap the shit outta nigga, I pull the grip out on a nigga If I see the bitch, I pull my dick out and piss on her nigga I ain't gon off a fifth of liquor but I do got a fifth in the vehicle The .223s make you jump like Rey Mysterio I'm Kane, I ain't see none and I ain't hearing em Nigga you 120 you ain't putting no fear in me Long ass stick they think I brought a spear with me This combat Glock'll kill a deer for me Sensay, Huncho, Bird them niggas history You best say my name next time you say some Or otherwise, pussy nigga, don't say none 'Cause I'll push up on you and take some You know what, fuck that nigga drop your addy I pull up on you, beat you like your daddy You know damn well you ain't in Atlanta This Draco I got, got a banana Bird better not say shit 'til he move his grandma Sensay I know you still live with your Nana So why the fuck you act like you armed and dangerous Everywhere I go, I'm ducking the camera I lock the crack pot, Kurt Angle You don't know bout rerocking or serving strangers I rob a nigga to release my anger You can hear it in my voice nigga, when I'm speaking You don't live it but you rap decent You ain't never sat in the precinct Stuck in the cell for the weekend 'Cause the judge don't come 'til Monday You gon cut a deal before Sunday You ain't never had no type of gunplay This shit only gon end one way When the last time you served a junkie Bitch, you go to church every Sunday I'm Papi Myers, I don't wanna talk I stab a nigga with a tomahawk I slam dunk bitch, tomahawk I shoot shit up what the fuck you thought I move around like I'm the President Detectives say they want me for questioning I serve junkies when I'm on the backstreet You a good kid, ain't got a rapsheet You don't wanna die over no rap beef