I Gotta Clean My Fishtank

[Intro]

Yeah, Yeah

Dawg Shit Records

Real Rx

Yeah

[Verse]

Pull up two cups stuffed fresh as the fuck

I hop out that bitch I stuck

Tried to keep it low key got the glick in the cut

Good crunk got me stuck

Truck load came in 100 P’s on the bus ice ice baby

I’m freeze I’m bussing

Ion’ want to hit your weed you be smoking that ugh

Swing out the car get to doing to much

Block come out if a nigga get buff

Red eye hellcat make a nigga eat dust

Ain’t no way in hell twelve gon ever keep up

If you press it and step nigga don’t freeze up

Six thousand dollars on a chain and a pendant

Shoot up the car up I don’t care who in it

Hunnit round drum they like “Damn you trippin”

Pour four lines and get geeked out my mind

It’s glue on the Glock ‘cause it’s stuck to my body

I’m Real Rx I can serve you narcotics

Walk out the court room feeling like John Gotti

Take a nigga rap deal ice out my whole body

Got me fucked up bitch I’m in that mode

I still got the shooter at the back of the door

I still make my ‘lil nigga wrap up the dope

My nigga still strap up and ride with the low

I’m geeked the fuck up cook a pie on the stove

Take my shirt off stick my wrist in the bowl

Wire rolls flood on me I’m froze still break it down

Serve you some remix

Eye ball when the scale broke real dope boy

I’m a living legend

I feel like Wop in ‘07 call 911 I’m in a 9/11

Feel like Juiceman when it come to rap

I wish dope boys had their own Forbes list

I love the pot that bitch gorgeous

Same trap we put a new floor in

I wish Brody could watch me cook

But I ain’t rapping I’m tryna jug

Run it up and then do it again, again and again and again and again

I jump out the car with the glick that extend

Switch on a infin he seen me he ran

I threw at his man’s try to shoot for the win

Let’s do it again and again and again and again

Amiri the bag I scored a touchdown got it for the low

I took it uptown

Let my main man sample the dope

He hit it one time say “It’s murder she wrote”

I stuff a slab and dirty [?]

You probably wouldn’t understand ‘cause you broke

If I wasn’t rapping i sell dope

Can you get a deal from me hell no

It’s hot as a bitch put the fan in the window

The kitchen to NBA Jam when I’m in it

I ain’t cook dope a whole slab in a minute

Spin that bitch throw a jab when I’m finished

Walk out the kitchen like Julia sees

That little bird know it’s a deuce in the freezer

I’m a real trap nigga I’m trying to sell you some

Stay on the sidewalk you scared or some

Clutch my Glock I’m prepared for some

Pop this perk I’m hearing some

Jump back in the car the engine runnin’

Throw this bitch in gear and gun it

Rag tied to the front like Soulja Slim

Chain big as a bitch you know it’s him

I don’t know that nigga don’t let him in

Trying to make every play on your ESPN

35 for a- like Kevin Durant

I charge 40 for the- he don’t know it’s hit

I’m a real nasty dealer I’ll show you a trick

My had to get proper, I’m fresh as a bitch

Hurricane flood on my neck and fist

308 sound like the new zo6

No matter what they tell you no dope boy gon’ ever quit

Stuck in the bowl cause I’m way too legit

Served him a slab it was half a slit

Papi got a Ric flair flashy wrist

Step on a slub do it accurate

Got love for the kitchen I’m passion

Got gruck in the blunt I ain’t passing it

Keep yo blunt but just watch where you Ashing it

If I’m driving it got to be fast as shit

Ima’ go with my move fuck around flip with whole strip

Switch on the stick give a nigga the whole clip

556 hit a nigga with blue tips

Big belly freddy I’m cooking a slab

Nigga mess up the bowl I’ll clean it up after

Just pulled a slab out a dirty compressor

Got my ice cubes in Craig

Keep my Glock on the dresser

My feet getting tired I’m really a stepper

I cook up whatever it’s whatever whenever