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[Intro: Rx Papi & RXK Nephew]

Yeah

Dawg Shit Records

Yeah, yuh

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Yuh)

Stupid bitch, yeah

You dumb bitch

[Verse 1: Rx Papi]

I ain't got time for no broke ho

Bitch, get the fuck on

Block every number that bitch got

How the hell you still call my phone?

Blocked her on my Instagram

But you still watch my story

Bitch, I got my thirty on me every day

I feel like Robert Horry

Baby, I'm that nigga and I got dog

When you need it, I'm who you call

I got good clean soft

Make a opp baby mama lick my balls

What the fuck you need, lil nigga, a bundle or something?

I was broke, but I bet I'll get some money or something

Micro Drac' hold a hundred or something

You can catch every last one of 'еm for fronting

Stick going off in every direction

FN Fivе-seveN leave a nigga in sections

I'm a real deal stepper when it come to my section

Broad day, pop out with the glick, hit whoever

They like "Chill, lil cuz, you wilding"

Let me do what I do when I do, don't worry about it

Real dope boy, serve a bitch a brick out a Audi

Place your order, I'll be there whenever you call me

I'll make my baby mama ride with dog

Bitch gon' hold it down 'cause that's my dog

That bitch one crazy motherfucker

They say Pap a shady motherfucker

She gon' do what I tell her to get that shit done

I tell her I love her 'fore she go on the run

I done been in a lot of shit, but I'm not one of them

I'll catch my opps, B done shot one of 'em

Every time I see my opps, they don't ever do shit

They be oh so tough 'til they see that stick

I just robbed one of my opps' lil cousin

I caught his dumb ass in [?] lunching

He in there with some white ugly bitch shopping

Backed out the rocket, told bro hit his pockets

I told ock "Chill, don't worry, I got this"

I know they looking and thinking we on some hot shit

Jumped back in the Charger and sped off

I shoulda shot his fucking leg off

I run this city, I'm the fucking boss

Dawg Shit Records, top dog

[Verse 2: RXK Nephew]

Last opp seen us shit hisself

Glock made him piss hisself

They not comfortable being theyself

Took buddha, money and percs by myself

Did a show at California Brew House

Damn near knocked DJ 20 Grand tooth out

They screaming "Free Rich," he a rat

Litty got scared and ran from Pap

Shameik was never tough, it's all cap

Chased Gold, ran down, beat blood out his head

Phil look up to his big brother

He scared of me and so is his big brother

They think 'cause I rap I won't pull up

Seen Rich wifey, she seen my gun

Washed up bald head bitch out the strip club

Litty live with his mama off [?]

Caught him coming out his house, "What you doing?"

He reached for his gun, made him spin on his head

It wasn't even a gun, it was a phone

Witnesses watching, begging me to let go

[Verse 3: Rx Papi]

I got auntie outside, cuz, make me a bowl

Don't aim for one opp, we hitting 'em all

Rob a nigga for his shit, then I'm hitting the mall

Came up on ten and got split with my dog

Draco sound like a round of applause

Split 27-630, I'm rounding it off

It's thirty in the Glock, bitch, I'm bound to get off

Ain't no more room on my dick, bitch, get off

I could really break the bag down

Never will you see me back down

I'm robbing shit if I'm back down

This that grimy old Pap sound

I'm booted as shit and I'm clenching my jaw

First nigga move wrong get hit with the rod

These niggas just rappers, they ain't killers at all

Sell drugs in his songs, he ain't a dealer at all

Perc on my tongue, I'ma let it dissolve

392, hit the gas and spin off

When I'm in your city, I got raw

You can get some work and a feature and all

Don't trust me with shit, I'm bound to run off

If I think a nigga sweet, I'm taking him off

Troopers get behind me, bitch, it's on

'Cause a long ass chase what I'm taking 'em on

Auntie knocking on the door, she wanna wake up the morning

It's 5:37, bitch, you on it

Dawg Shit Records the new Ruthless

Cuz can't hustle but he'll shoot shit

I'll pay him but for free, he like to do shit

Point a nigga out and watch cuz boom him

I walk in this bitch like the Godfather

Rob a bitch dad, grandad and godfather

Don't play with me, bitch, that's the quickest way to get shot

Whole bunch of cocaine mixed in a big pot

Two tone Cartier Rolls Royce wristwatch

She suck 'til I nut, kept sucking, I'm like "Bitch, stop"

Don't come with that rah-rah, bitch, you making shit hot

Told the blam it's gelato, I gave him the Ziploc

I'll say what I want on the beat like I'm Pac

Don't compare me to that nigga 'cause that's what I'm not

I can go on and on about my opps

One of 'em caught a body in a year and he got out

These niggas ain't crazy, they act like they shot out

Deep down in they heart, they just want 'em a shout out

Litty K run, I'll be outside his mom house

Teddy tried to dump shit and got his ass knocked out

Every time Sha see me, I'm pulling the Glock out

I'll up it and blow it, they know how I rock out

Seen his cuz in the store, shoulda blew that boy scalp out

My gun on my waist any time I hop out

My gun in your face like "Pop all that shit now"

He a stand up nigga, bet the Glock make him sit down

.556, this stick hold big rounds

Boom-boom-boom, bitch, get down

Bitch ass nigga got me in my bag

Phil run when he see me, I'll get on his ass

How the fuck is you big for no reason?

Caught a body on accident, you killed a fiend

Glock dance on your face like Billie Jean

I hate my opps with a fucking passion

These bitch ass niggas got a group chat

Nigga, my bitches don't even got group chats

They talk about Pap in they group chat

I got more money than all them and that's true facts

On Crip, Q Rich a true rat

I will beat your face 'til it's blue-black

I bitched you once, you went and told Neph

Bitch, I'm on go when shit go left

You left my brother hanging on mad licks

Big for nothing ass nigga, you mad bitch

All them niggas run behind you some fucking flunkies

Can't none of you niggas show me some money

I'll go live any day and show you a hundred

I try to show you the Drac', you gon' go to running

If I'm in the club, you should know my gun in

Glock hit a nigga, it look like he krumping

And ain't one of you niggas ever did nothing

Bam bitched you niggas every day

You're not even allowed on 4th Street

Y'all scream "4 Block" but don't be on 4th Street

I'm dropping 4's on 4th Street

I'll put a razor where a bitch throat be

One eye with the Glock like Doe B

I'm masked up, but they still know it's me

Sha tried that dumb shit in the store

Shoulda left his fucking brains on the floor

I'll really hand to hand exchange for the raw

Really trap with cocaine in my balls

Hell nah, I ain't never watch football

I was never a fan of Michael Vick at all

But you can say we the same and send me the WAV's

'Cause I'll fight a bitch to death 'bout that dog

[Verse 4: RXK Nephew]

One of the opps said we Illuminati

He creatine'd out with a stupid body

Little ass Glock, mad cocky

Smoove was never tough, nigga, stop it

Baby K got blood beat out his head

These niggas went to school for criminal justice

I was punching shit out, broke and dusty

These niggas had YO's three times

These niggas get scared, run they time

Bitch in the store screamed 'til her face white

Smoove got a old Beamer, can't drive right

These niggas, they look up to Bam

Walk in that bitch like "Free Bam"

Niggas don't hit licks, they got jobs

Fell back from the street 'cause he got robbed

Make him shoot his own son like Cheddar Bob

They like "That's your hood, why you throw it down?"

I'll build that shit, I'll tear it down

Bend 4 Block with a big thirty round

Shoot a bitch grandad house down, yeah