I Stole Another Challenger

[Intro: RX Papi]

Yeah, real RX

(Brainstorm when crazy on the beat!)

(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real RX, real RX, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real RX, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: RX Papi]

I touched down in her city, like "Where it's litty at?"

I need five hundred pills, can you get me that?

I ain't no middleman, I won't go tit for tat

He said it's what? Type of shit is that?

I don't wanna smoke that shit

I smoke you and all them niggas who you rolling with

If you don't fuck with me or my brother, then you can smoke a dick

Glock Forty-Fifth, and it's loaded bitch

I'll blow this bitch

You got a pint for sho', nigga you better po' that bitch

[Verse: RX Papi]

I fucked that bitch and got the throat, I don't even know that bitch

I got twenty thousand on me, I'm gonn' show it bitch

I got twenty thousand on me, I won't blow it bitch

I ain't got no cape, can't save no hoe, I ain't heroic bitch

You better know it bitch, a hood poet bitch

A dope talker bitch, a dope seller bitch

And if you need help with it, I'll help ya bitch

For some extras bitch

I scrape the side of the pot and get some extras bitch

They like "Damn, what you spent on your necklace bitch?"

I told that nigga "More than you spend on your neck and wrist"

They like "Damn Pap, you always fresh as shit"

Ain't never like school, so don't test me bitch

I ain't with that other shit, ain't with that soft shit

Ain't with that fraud shit, bitch I got that dog shit

[Verse: RXKNephew]

Ay, yeah

Left pocket like Lil Reese

White 1's look like Debbie made it

I didn't make no graduation

Bought new chain, I'm glad they hating

Speedbumps on me like Lil Reese

Bags look like they Lil Reese

Got more swag than GBE

Never bumped no CTE

I know they ain't believe in me

1's fresh like zucchinis be

My sweater look like hybrid fruit

I'mma do what Tyson'd do

Walk in that bitch, I ain't taking a L

Bought her eggs, she ain't getting Chanel

Eddie Guerrero, beat you with a chair

Frog splash on a pack just to stretch it

My wrist in the pot be hands on

Back the fuck up, I'm recording a song

Stiffarm a bitch, give me a minute

No matter where I'm at, ETA five minutes

Bobby Brown in his prime when I'm in it

Bitch on more coke, than Whitney

I don't want the coke, it ain't sticky

Thirty like Chip Skylark singing to Vicky

Hundred ratchet bitches like I'm DMX

It's below zero, I'm still sweating

Don't ask me to quickdraw, 'cause I'll kill you

Got a lil Henny to lift my mood

Swing from the tree with the Glock like Boots

Kick a deuce in my wheat Timb boots

Don't take you on a ride like Superman do

Unc got withdraws, I got 'em too

[Hook: RX Papi]

I touched down in her city, like "Where it's litty at?"

I need five hundred pills, can you get me that?

I ain't no middleman, I won't go tit for tat

He said it's what? Type of shit is that?

I don't wanna smoke that shit

I smoke you and all them niggas who you rolling with

If you don't fuck with me or my brother, then you can smoke a dick

Glock Forty-Fifth, and it's loaded bitch

I'll blow this bitch

You got a pint for sho', nigga you better po' that bitch