Blow

[Intro: Max B]

My hours are very flex, very very flexible, my hours is vigilante, you know my shit is 24/7, I work from the comfort of the home, as you see we got, Mac Pros all over this shit

That's basically all you really need

[Verse: RX Papi]

I shoot the shit out a nigga for nothing

Lock the glick, kick the door, rush in

I ain't putting my life on line for nothing

Only cook noodles and controlled substance

Learned how to rob from my older cousin

First thing he ever told, "Don't leave with nothing"

Slither up on you, you don't see me coming

Twelve grab me, I'm Stevie Wonder

My flip phone filled with nothing but custo's

These rap niggas movе like MC Gusto

Ash on my fingers, grab the bag and bust thosе

Chop the shit out the work and stuff those

I'm with a bunch of [?] in the flumbos

So icy, Slither cook a deuce blindfold

Stretch the shit out the cook, Hulk Hogan

I put Ashanti's on the Bronco

Soon as I see them lights, I'm gone

Better not talk crazy, calling my phone

I'm Papi Mayweather at the stove

Uppercut the fuck out the bowl

Lay in the bushes 'till you come home

I'll lay in these bitches all night long

7.62 will change your skin tone

If I know you got the bag, I'm getting on your bone

You gonn' think that bitch tryna give you some dome

That's where you fucked up and went wrong

Now you got a big ass pistol to ya dome

Better tell me what the fuck I wanna know

If nothing, you know how this shit gonn' go

You know how many niggas I robbed that though we was bros?

I'm the Slitheriest nigga I know

The real DrugRxch, I really got blow

Serve you a fifty out the backdoor

Glock stick with me, like my backbone

Wherever I leave the pot, my home

I chase money, not hood rats

Cooking dope only thing I'm good at

I can take the cut out and recook that

Ran off on him and didn't look back

He was playing too many games, I took that

I never got a chance to say "Look, Dad"

If he see me at the stove, I know he'd be glad

I be mad as a bitch when we run out of bags

I charged him for three, gave him one and a half

I ain't graduate but I'm good with my math

Play with my money, I'll beat a nigga ass