I Forgot Where I Was Goin Rx Papi (Ft. RXKNephew)

[Verse 1: Papi]
Aunty call like Pap where ya at
I had to run Nephew to the store for a Black
I ain't forget that I owe you a sack
Gimme five minutes I'll be wherever you at
She said Pap I love you boy you the goat
I fuck with aunty swear she do the most
Crack the pint and hope I don't overdose
Bend your bitch over hit her with the stroke
5.56 made em hit the folks
Rah rah rah, it's murder she wrote
I don't want a 9 to 5 I'm good with dope
Cross the state line daily riding with the load
Can't believe I fell in love with a hoe
But it is what it is, you know how that go
I pack my shit and walk out the door
Just like they made you, baby they made more
Make love to the pot and caress the bowl
Chef Boyar-Pap when I'm cheffing dope
Unc in the corner nodding with the runny nose
E-ZPass on the rental, slide through the toll
I'm the real Luda, got hoes in area codes
Pull over on the side of the road, change my clothes
Real trap nigga, don't got a home
I trap out a bitch crib til she tell me get gone
My abuela say Pap, you a rolling stone
They get happy as the fuck when Neph and Pap come on
I been outside thirty minutes, Neph come on
Can't stand no nagging hoe all on my bone
If she could she would follow me with a drone
I got that white like Post Malone
Tat my face like Post Malone
Everywhere you go you hear Pap, I'm like Post Malone
Lil thot said we thirty minutes close from home
Start eating me up to some Post Malone
When you talking to Pap, bitch lower your tone
Slap the fuck out you and break your bones
Grown as shit, you should know your right from wrong
I speak how I feel I don't write a song
I was high as the fuck all night long
While my lil thick hood hoe gave me dome
They see Pap in the kitchen they know what I'm on
I had a fork in the pot before a microphone
Pour a deuce of the wock in my styrofoam
These hoes just can't leave the guy alone
I look in the mirror I feel like Post Malone
Nappy ass ponytail like Post Malone
Gold all over my mouth like Post Malone
Booted as the fuck like Post Malone
My left, right wrist bitch, dirty dancing
Moonwalking in the pot like Michael Jackson
I want a bitch that look like Toni Braxton
I up that stick turn to Action Jackson
The hoes think I'm sexier than Post Malone
Finessed a fat white bitch look like Post Malone
Airplane mode my goddamn phone
This bitch keep calling, leave me alone
My last hoe was Neighborhood crip
She ain't shit but a neighborhood bitch
Hating ass hoe tryna bleach my fit
Take my money rag and scuff my kicks
I will uppercut the fuck out ya lip
Bitch what the fuck you got on ya dome
You high as hell like Post Malone
The hoe say I dance better than Pop Smoke