Criminal Intent 2

[Intro]

(Aye let that shit ride twin)

Dawg Shit Records

Real Rx

[Verse]

I jump out the car with the stick a nigga get hit

The boy tried to run but he wasn’t that quick

Double down pap bitch I stay with two glicks

Bro caught one in the head cause this shit can get wicked

Bitch what the fuck you got an attitude for?

I walk in the house she like “Pap you gotta do more”

I got three Hunnit thousand in the floor board

I’m not a rapper I’m a real drug lord

Dickies suit on like NWA me and big skoo really fucked up LA

Make a call for the bag I pull up with the flavors

When I pull up just make sure you got your paper

I drop a quarter brick in a red this big bеlly Fred still sipping my meds cause I’m sick in thе head

Glock got kick hit a bitch in the head

Keep it P when I pop it get your bitch in my bed

I had every intended knock off a P

I had every intended not to take the P

Then crackers came back with some sweet I know I’ll never join them I gotta beat them

7500 on an Arab lawyer before I payed him I asked him “How much you gon’ do for me”

These crackers tryna give a nigga seven they doggin’ cause I’m a convicted felon

He like “I can get you two” but I’ll probably do three

3 years ain’t nun I do that in my sleep call me serve super loaded everyday I’m a yee

If you got weed I’ll get what u need

How many times you gon’ ask me for my cash app

You spend bands with me you should know my cash app

It’s the same name as the last app

Hurry up get on the phone bruh tell your bitch to send that 250

I’ll dead you right now tell your big homie “Get with me”

These niggas be pussy they be stuck in they feelings

Ima’ tell you right now I’m not one of those niggas

They “Big belly Fred here you go again trippin’”

I really sold dope I ain’t crank to Soulja Boy

Nigga try that shit with me I’m spanking Soulja Boy

My Drac in the field that’s a real Soulja boy

Money rag to the front like a magnolia boy

He reach for it got shot I thought they told the boy

The Glock snap like it’s a polaroid try that shit with your niggas cause I’m not going for it

They like “Pap calm down you be going overboard”

Stand over a nigga I got enough for sure

Half the city hate me cause I’m fresh as a bitch

I Rob the other half cause them niggas bitch

Nigga made a video slapping a snitch

These niggas be jumping dick to dick

I’m quick to tell a nigga suck my dick

Got murder in your name you ain’t murder nobody

You don’t got a big Glock you just got a big body

Pap don’t diss niggas I only tell the truth

I’m high as a bitch ima’ say what’s on my mind

38 know damn well papi robbed him he ain’t do shit he seen me every time

Broke niggas be like “Brody put me on”

I be looking at niggas like they leg broke

I put that dope bowl in a head yolk

This shit off white it look like egg yolk

Auntie hurry up and close the screen door

She cleaning her pipe with a new Brillo pad

I got deals of weed big limo bags

Bitch look like Coi Leray with yo slim ole ass

Auntie I know how much change it is bring yo ass back

[Outro]

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Let’s ride