[Intro]
Papi, what you doing? What the fuck are you doing, Papi?
Yeah
Papi, get out the studio, Papi, you really think you gon' be a rapper?
Yeah, yeah
You ain’t no motherfucking rapper, nigga
Drugrixh
You gon' sell drugs for the rest of your life, you ain't never gon’ be something
Drugrixh
[?], you ain't never gon' be shit, you sell dope, rob shit, stop [?]
Papi, you supposed to be cooking crack right now, Papi, go scam a bitch
[Verse 1]
Shoot up your house and rob your sister
Narc's in the hood posting my picture
Pack my shit, it's time to get missing
I can't afford another sentence
Grandma tryna read me a scripture
I'm waiting on auntie prescriptions
Hard head make a soft ass, I don't listen
I don't fuck with too many, so I keep my distance
I'm in that paint, Detroit Pistons
Pistol so big, bitch got me limpin’
Glock ventuno with a long nose on that motherfucker, look like Scottie Pippen
Cook a 31, less than twenty minutes
Rap my real life, bitch, this not a gimmick
Serve every junkie, don’t miss a penny
Only pussy niggas gon' get offended
I put cameras in a A7 fender
This a Audi, this not a Fisker
She ain’t wanna fuck 'til I stuck my wrist up
I ain't had money, I had to get some
She ain't give me head, so I dismissed her
Dropped her off and picked up her sister
Ask ’bout Papi, I'm that nigga
I ain't shit like these rap niggas
This all facts, it ain't no cap in it
I'm in that Audi, leaning back in it
Tried to leave the pot alone, jumped back in it
I'm in that water, I ain't catfishing
I like my hoes when they not too sadity
Auntie call me, I'm coming quicker
When she shop she don't buy shit less than fifty
I'm on my way, give me seven minutes
[Intermission]
[?]
[Verse 2]
My bitch told me I should get some sleep
Junkies call, can't miss a beat
5.56s take you off your feet
Still cook noodles when I wanna eat
Real street nigga and I move discreet
Glock ventuno tucked in my sheet
Shit ain't easy, damn sure ain't cheap
Pack land, I'ma serve junkies all week
Beat up the pot, Sugar Ray Papi
When I'm on the stove [?]
Cooked a deuce in seven minutes, couldn't believe it
Nigga, you had to be there to see it
When the work act up I beat it
Auntie sick, I'ma give her her treatment
She call me like "Papi, I need it"
She scratching bad, I can tell she geekin'
You play with my money, won't do no speaking
Paramedics scoop your brains off the cement
Keep my mouth closed, I ain't see shit
Said he caught a body, I don't believe it
Slithery nigga, all I hang with is creatures
Think they seen an UFO, Audi speeding
Shoot you in your shit, just give me a reason
And I don't wanna hear all that begging and pleading
You can call Allah and Jesus
They ain't gon' save you when I get to squeezing
Your ass on the ground gasping and wheezing
Your man ain't help you, left you there bleeding
Super slithery, shiesty and greedy
[Outro]
Papi, get the fuck out the fucking studio, Papi