Critical Condition, Pt. 2

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]

You know damn well you ain't in the trap

You ain't never made your own aunty relapse

Yeah, your songs good, but nobody believe you

I ain't gotta explain what gon happen when I see you

We got more guns than Resident Evil

I know damn well you still live with your people

Real Drugrixh, motivate the people

Who let that man in the booth to lie to these people

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]

I will serve your abuela and tío

No matter where I see you, I will leave you

Not going back and forth I'm not a speaker

Forty blow you right out your sneakers

Big Papi, I ride with honchos

OJ Simpson in a dirty Bronco

That ain't your chain that's another nigga shit

How you a boss on another nigga dick

Kidnap your mama and smother the bitch

Papi be on some real slithery shit

You a good kid, you don't get into shit

Roll the window down get to hitting shit

When that opportunity come imma take it

Fuck I look like missing a lick

5.56 got em twisting and shit

[Verse 3: RXKNephew]

Dos dos tres, I ain't missing a bitch

They like how the hell he got the stick in this bitch

Skinny ass morena, I'm the real honcho

34's, 34's like dollar tacos

I been Drugrixh since a little snotnose

How the fuck one day out the blue you was Drugrixh

How the fuck three niggas ride around in a coupe

Professional capping when you in the booth

Your whole mixtape ass and the cover is too

You got pussy in your blood and your brother do too

Your mama got a pussy and so do you

I tried to reach out like a real nigga

My bitch in Birmingham got the spill on niggas

AR quince sing Johnny Gill on niggas

All that subliminal shit, I pull up

You niggas not Young Dolph, you ain't gon make it

They gon find your ass smelling in the vacants

I'm the real Drugrixh, these niggas my stepkids

Six mixtapes back to back can't stop shit

I see them dislikes on my shit, they watching

Your mama got credit and my plug got work

[Verse 4: Rx Papi]

You pulled a handgun out of your man-purse

Well, shoot it and show me it work

I guarantee you wouldn't shoot first

I slap the shit out your shooter first

You niggas moving like Lil Uzi Vert

Nephew Leatherface, Papi Lucifer

You don't know the first thing bout cooking work

You don't want your mama riding in a hearse

You don't want your picture on your partner's shirt

He drinking liquor, crying, 'cause he hurt

That's what you get for lying in your verse

You know I ain't hearing this shit

I thought you was Sub-Zero and shit

Now it's reptiles all over your shit

That go to show you on niggas' dicks

My niggas come through shooting shit broad day

I really served junkies in the hallway

You a good kid, you went to college

I got that stick on me I'm wiling

Up it and hit you or your mama

I talk to the plug like ¿que pasa?

I gave you niggas swag de nada

Dumb bitch listen to aventura

I heard the tape, it's basura

Please tell me what junkie you saw shoot up

'Cause how the fuck you gon shoot a line

I'm sick and tired of these niggas lying

You just saying shit that rhyme

I really put my life on the line

[Verse 5: RXKNephew]

Don't play with me nigga it get ugly, real quick

Head tap, slither shit, dislocate a nigga jaw with the fist

Somebody talk to him, give him some sense

My trigger finger squeeze, half a second

If we would've linked I probably would've robbed you

I can tell a hoe nigga when he start speaking

I can tell you ain't never ran with no creatures

Y'all get pulled over in that coupe, all of y'all speaking

I end your career, make you delete it

You ain't on ten, I don't believe it

I'll put Sub-Zero back in the freezer

I'll slap the shit out all your producers

How the fuck you Drugrixh you be in the house

You a family man, I know what your life about

You better think bout your nieces 'fore you diss me

All they gon have in they head is memories

Leatherface snatch you up, ain't no making it

Now you say you got junkies that shoot

You a whole clown nigga what is you doing

Beat a nigga face and black and blue it

Whatever you wanna do we can do it

It's just Nephew and Papi, that's a bunch of shooters

Poltergeist pop out of nowhere

I know where your bitch live, don't make me say her name

I break the glass like Shaq in '04

I backspin kick in the trap door

Bunch of Glock veintinueves and AR quinces

Make a nigga hopscotch

Glock started hitting like [?], Drugrixh nigga can't stop it

Hanging round was my only option

Crack cocaine was my only option

You a good kid, lil nigga stop it

Mama couldn't buy me Jordans with the food stamps

Hit the trap, stuck in that bitch like a bootcamp

Hit a wax bag with two stamps

In the tree with a stick like I'm Curious George

Driveby out a van, open the door

First to go pew pew, and score

I don't clout chase, I kick in doors

[Verse 6: Rx Papi & RXKNephew]

You talk crazy, better be for sure

I up that stick and break a nigga jaw

Give that nigga the best capper award

Used to make a pile to sleep on the floor

Glock veintinueve all I can afford

I trust my gun 'fore I trust the lord

Only religious when I'm in jail

And I ain't getting locked up no more

Aunty got me with a fluky twenty

Got her shit split for fucking with me

So what the fuck you think imma do to you

When you see me, you better shoot

Imma hit you and them niggas next to you

I break the rim like Vince Carter

What the fuck you get out of lying

You gon end up 69-ing

Fucking with me, gon get an early retirement

And that's gon involve your mama crying

Nigga I don't wanna talk, it's a little too late

You a clout chasing nigga like [?]

You said it in the booth, now say it to my face

Got warrants in Atlanta so fuck the state

When the work dry I scrape the plate

Chop it up and sing Amazing Grace

Glock nueve not a thirty-eight

Imma up that bitch and take off a nigga face

Kick the door, pistol to your face

You and your bitch better do what I say

Before I blow this ugly hoe brains away

Neph say he wanna get on a plane today

But I woke up thinking bout a stain today

My problem his problem, he ain't got no choice to stay

He said where you wanna go, I said round the way

7.62's eat a nigga braids

Hot jalapenos knock off his face

Wasted gas driving to Alabama state

Fucking with these niggas, B done caught a case

Drove with five sticks through seven states

Kick you in your shit, Kevin Gates

I smoke a blunt, I don't meditate

Nan gun I got is regi-strated

They gon fuck around charge me with premeditated

You shaking with that gun, hesitating

Who the fuck is Drugrixh Huncho

He gon turn to a bitch when the Glock blow

Nigga they call me Papi Diablo

[Verse 7: RXKNephew]

I ain't going back eating rice diablo

I hit six juugs off of MetroPCS

You in a picture with Peso, a groupie at his best

I just want the powder I give my youngins the rest

You the type of nigga tell on the whole Drugrixh

When you look in the mirror should be ashamed of yourself

Don't try to blame your mama, nigga blame yourself

.223's hit a nigga he gon need help

Turn his dead corpse into Michael Phelps

Doing this shit all my life, I don't know nothing else

I got ADHD, I can't sit down

Imma sell it wholesale, I can't sit on a pound

You said I ain't Drugrixh, how the fuck you sound

I ain't never had a job in my damn life

You can drop a location nigga I'll pull up

I feel like Zooka with two guns up

I told Blake Money his problem my problem

My problem his problem, he told me to take care of Bird

He said Sensay he got him

I call Shy lowkey pull up with Lil Davinci

He a rather buy a thirty 'fore he buy some Fendi

I'm the same way as him that's why he with me

I ain't talking bout Curtis when I say I'm the real 50

One point five for a motherfucking 50

[Verse 8: Rx Papi]

I slap the shit outta nigga, I pull the grip out on a nigga

If I see the bitch, I pull my dick out and piss on her nigga

I ain't gon off a fifth of liquor but I do got a fifth in the vehicle

The .223s make you jump like Rey Mysterio

I'm Kane, I ain't see none and I ain't hearing em

Nigga you 120 you ain't putting no fear in me

Long ass stick they think I brought a spear with me

This combat Glock'll kill a deer for me

Sensay, Huncho, Bird them niggas history

You best say my name next time you say some

Or otherwise, pussy nigga, don't say none

'Cause I'll push up on you and take some

You know what, fuck that nigga drop your addy

I pull up on you, beat you like your daddy

You know damn well you ain't in Atlanta

This Draco I got, got a banana

Bird better not say shit 'til he move his grandma

Sensay I know you still live with your Nana

So why the fuck you act like you armed and dangerous

Everywhere I go, I'm ducking the camera

I lock the crack pot, Kurt Angle

You don't know bout rerocking or serving strangers

I rob a nigga to release my anger

You can hear it in my voice nigga, when I'm speaking

You don't live it but you rap decent

You ain't never sat in the precinct

Stuck in the cell for the weekend

'Cause the judge don't come 'til Monday

You gon cut a deal before Sunday

You ain't never had no type of gunplay

This shit only gon end one way

When the last time you served a junkie

Bitch, you go to church every Sunday

I'm Papi Myers, I don't wanna talk

I stab a nigga with a tomahawk

I slam dunk bitch, tomahawk

I shoot shit up what the fuck you thought

I move around like I'm the President

Detectives say they want me for questioning

I serve junkies when I'm on the backstreet

You a good kid, ain't got a rapsheet

You don't wanna die over no rap beef