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[Intro: Rx Papi & RXK Nephew] Yeah Dawg Shit Records Yeah, yuh Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Yuh) Stupid bitch, yeah You dumb bitch [Verse 1: Rx Papi] I ain't got time for no broke ho Bitch, get the fuck on Block every number that bitch got How the hell you still call my phone? Blocked her on my Instagram But you still watch my story Bitch, I got my thirty on me every day I feel like Robert Horry Baby, I'm that nigga and I got dog When you need it, I'm who you call I got good clean soft Make a opp baby mama lick my balls What the fuck you need, lil nigga, a bundle or something? I was broke, but I bet I'll get some money or something Micro Drac' hold a hundred or something You can catch every last one of 'еm for fronting Stick going off in every direction FN Fivе-seveN leave a nigga in sections I'm a real deal stepper when it come to my section Broad day, pop out with the glick, hit whoever They like "Chill, lil cuz, you wilding" Let me do what I do when I do, don't worry about it Real dope boy, serve a bitch a brick out a Audi Place your order, I'll be there whenever you call me I'll make my baby mama ride with dog Bitch gon' hold it down 'cause that's my dog That bitch one crazy motherfucker They say Pap a shady motherfucker She gon' do what I tell her to get that shit done I tell her I love her 'fore she go on the run I done been in a lot of shit, but I'm not one of them I'll catch my opps, B done shot one of 'em Every time I see my opps, they don't ever do shit They be oh so tough 'til they see that stick I just robbed one of my opps' lil cousin I caught his dumb ass in [?] lunching He in there with some white ugly bitch shopping Backed out the rocket, told bro hit his pockets I told ock "Chill, don't worry, I got this" I know they looking and thinking we on some hot shit Jumped back in the Charger and sped off I shoulda shot his fucking leg off I run this city, I'm the fucking boss Dawg Shit Records, top dog [Verse 2: RXK Nephew] Last opp seen us shit hisself Glock made him piss hisself They not comfortable being theyself Took buddha, money and percs by myself Did a show at California Brew House Damn near knocked DJ 20 Grand tooth out They screaming "Free Rich," he a rat Litty got scared and ran from Pap Shameik was never tough, it's all cap Chased Gold, ran down, beat blood out his head Phil look up to his big brother He scared of me and so is his big brother They think 'cause I rap I won't pull up Seen Rich wifey, she seen my gun Washed up bald head bitch out the strip club Litty live with his mama off [?] Caught him coming out his house, "What you doing?" He reached for his gun, made him spin on his head It wasn't even a gun, it was a phone Witnesses watching, begging me to let go [Verse 3: Rx Papi] I got auntie outside, cuz, make me a bowl Don't aim for one opp, we hitting 'em all Rob a nigga for his shit, then I'm hitting the mall Came up on ten and got split with my dog Draco sound like a round of applause Split 27-630, I'm rounding it off It's thirty in the Glock, bitch, I'm bound to get off Ain't no more room on my dick, bitch, get off I could really break the bag down Never will you see me back down I'm robbing shit if I'm back down This that grimy old Pap sound I'm booted as shit and I'm clenching my jaw First nigga move wrong get hit with the rod These niggas just rappers, they ain't killers at all Sell drugs in his songs, he ain't a dealer at all Perc on my tongue, I'ma let it dissolve 392, hit the gas and spin off When I'm in your city, I got raw You can get some work and a feature and all Don't trust me with shit, I'm bound to run off If I think a nigga sweet, I'm taking him off Troopers get behind me, bitch, it's on 'Cause a long ass chase what I'm taking 'em on Auntie knocking on the door, she wanna wake up the morning It's 5:37, bitch, you on it Dawg Shit Records the new Ruthless Cuz can't hustle but he'll shoot shit I'll pay him but for free, he like to do shit Point a nigga out and watch cuz boom him I walk in this bitch like the Godfather Rob a bitch dad, grandad and godfather Don't play with me, bitch, that's the quickest way to get shot Whole bunch of cocaine mixed in a big pot Two tone Cartier Rolls Royce wristwatch She suck 'til I nut, kept sucking, I'm like "Bitch, stop" Don't come with that rah-rah, bitch, you making shit hot Told the blam it's gelato, I gave him the Ziploc I'll say what I want on the beat like I'm Pac Don't compare me to that nigga 'cause that's what I'm not I can go on and on about my opps One of 'em caught a body in a year and he got out These niggas ain't crazy, they act like they shot out Deep down in they heart, they just want 'em a shout out Litty K run, I'll be outside his mom house Teddy tried to dump shit and got his ass knocked out Every time Sha see me, I'm pulling the Glock out I'll up it and blow it, they know how I rock out Seen his cuz in the store, shoulda blew that boy scalp out My gun on my waist any time I hop out My gun in your face like "Pop all that shit now" He a stand up nigga, bet the Glock make him sit down .556, this stick hold big rounds Boom-boom-boom, bitch, get down Bitch ass nigga got me in my bag Phil run when he see me, I'll get on his ass How the fuck is you big for no reason? Caught a body on accident, you killed a fiend Glock dance on your face like Billie Jean I hate my opps with a fucking passion These bitch ass niggas got a group chat Nigga, my bitches don't even got group chats They talk about Pap in they group chat I got more money than all them and that's true facts On Crip, Q Rich a true rat I will beat your face 'til it's blue-black I bitched you once, you went and told Neph Bitch, I'm on go when shit go left You left my brother hanging on mad licks Big for nothing ass nigga, you mad bitch All them niggas run behind you some fucking flunkies Can't none of you niggas show me some money I'll go live any day and show you a hundred I try to show you the Drac', you gon' go to running If I'm in the club, you should know my gun in Glock hit a nigga, it look like he krumping And ain't one of you niggas ever did nothing Bam bitched you niggas every day You're not even allowed on 4th Street Y'all scream "4 Block" but don't be on 4th Street I'm dropping 4's on 4th Street I'll put a razor where a bitch throat be One eye with the Glock like Doe B I'm masked up, but they still know it's me Sha tried that dumb shit in the store Shoulda left his fucking brains on the floor I'll really hand to hand exchange for the raw Really trap with cocaine in my balls Hell nah, I ain't never watch football I was never a fan of Michael Vick at all But you can say we the same and send me the WAV's 'Cause I'll fight a bitch to death 'bout that dog [Verse 4: RXK Nephew] One of the opps said we Illuminati He creatine'd out with a stupid body Little ass Glock, mad cocky Smoove was never tough, nigga, stop it Baby K got blood beat out his head These niggas went to school for criminal justice I was punching shit out, broke and dusty These niggas had YO's three times These niggas get scared, run they time Bitch in the store screamed 'til her face white Smoove got a old Beamer, can't drive right These niggas, they look up to Bam Walk in that bitch like "Free Bam" Niggas don't hit licks, they got jobs Fell back from the street 'cause he got robbed Make him shoot his own son like Cheddar Bob They like "That's your hood, why you throw it down?" I'll build that shit, I'll tear it down Bend 4 Block with a big thirty round Shoot a bitch grandad house down, yeah