[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
I ride around with the Glock in the car
You a lil guppy, I'm a shark in the water
I'm on percocet my nigga, I'm nauseous
In the traphouse serving, them junkies sleepwalking
Stuck in the trap, it ain't no way out
Put in overtime, one day it's gon' pay out
Choppa bullets beat this lil nigga face out
His mama pray to Jesus, we pull the K out
In the street, mama say you can't stay out
I'm serving narcotics right out the playground
Traffic a P, put that bitch on the greyhound
Police looking for me, I can not stay 'round
Ten toes in the trap, nigga I stay down
I was broke back then, but what you gon' say now?
She wanna fuck now, because I'm up now
Kick that bitch out with a fresh pair of Uptowns
Tennis chains on me, they dancing, they bustdown
I got my pistol, so stop acting tough now
I do a hit on your block and I miss
I'mma reload the stick and make lil bro spin back 'round
Don't know these niggas, I'm running they background
Young nigga OG, I'm pushing the packs out
BM tryna find me, bitch I'm in the trap house
Walked to Dubai with them racks and I blacked out
[Verse 2: RX Papi]
I'm in the kitchen all day long
I fuck a bitch and I dip, I can't stay long
I wear Robins, not VLONE
We robbing everyday, that's the type of shit we on
I've been that way since a peon
Pull up in a foreign old thing, not a Neon
I get a pack, break it down and it be gone
They ain't on the same shit we on
I'm in the trap house, I'm holding three phones
I'm on the stove, got three zones
I got ice you can ski on
Bust down yellow bezel, look like I peed on it
I bless the pack like I sneezed on it
I'm in a foreign old thing, got some speed on it
I like my jeans with the wings on it
Glock-19 bitch, came with a beam on it
If you got a lick, we on it
Pull up on your block like "We on it"
Smell like I got a whole P on me
I'm banging Crip like the LBC homie
He got a problem, don't speak on it
Pistol in my jeans, ain't no need to reach for it
Talk down on my name, speak on the gang, you gonn' have to answer for me for it
[Verse 3: RXKNephew]
Young ass nigga, I ain't never had a daddy
Young ass nigga, I remember in the attic
Young ass nigga, I was sleeping on a pallet
Nigga ain't had shit, had to make it happen
Neighborhood Nephew, nigga I'm trapping
I'mma do another hit, like John Madden
Shorty wanna cuff me, not gon' happen
I'm a Neighborhood Nephew, I could flip your taxes
Bitch
Shorty told me I'm a new breed trapper
We ain't have shit, nigga we was eating cabbage
Gotta stack the money up if you want a bad bitch
I don't wanna fuck with her, shorty too average
I'mma hit the pot with my wrist, do magic
I remember times, back then, I ain't have shit
Slaughter the damn pot like 21 Savage
Bitch, I ain't have it
Money and house lit, we was spazzing
Bitch, word to my mammy
I was really out there, serving the baggage
Hoe, run in yo' house
Kidnap your daughter and headtap her granny
Huh, I might have a episode
Free my nigga [?]
Huh, nigga, you don't want no smoke nigga
Fresh off the boat, nigga
Aunty said it hurt her throat, nigga
Usain Bolt, nigga
Run to that sack, I get ghost, nigga
Patrick Swayze nigga
With this motherfucking .380 nigga
I was eating porkchops gravy nigga
Bagging betas, nigga
Coke so clean you'd think that bitch got shipped in straight from Asia, nigga
Leave yo' body missing like that plane that left Malaysia, nigga
Cocaine, got it hot, they think I cut that shit with Cajun nigga
Home invasions nigga
Thirteen, run up in yo' crib for yo' PlayStation nigga
Grandma told me "Boy, yo' day coming, just keep yo' patience, nigga"
Brodie told me "Go hard on these niggas, fuck you waiting nigga?"
I might go down to Miami and link with Haitians, nigga
I might pull a Frank Lucas and go to Asia nigga
For the [?] got the head of Fantasia, nigga
You broker than a bitch, swear to God I hate them niggas
