[RX Papi]
Real Huster could trick the scale
Wake up early to check the mail
Stay down, build my clientele
Cooking dope in the kitchen, I'm fly as hell
If she traffic this work, Ima buy her Chanel
She know I'm Drugrich it ain't hard to tell
'Thang me and neph drop hard as hell
Your hood pass gonna get revoked
Should have kept your mouth quite, never spoke
I upped that stick, its murder she wrote
.556 go thru you and your folks
I was twelve years old, started dealing dope
I ain't have no OG to show me the ropes
You know how many times i fucked up the boat?
I damn near cried sitting by the stove
Locked my first cook, yea trap nigga goals
It's cameras every angle, my home
I'm paranoid when I'm alone
Move like a bitch, [?]
Up the stick, split a nigga dome
Shit getting heavy, got two flip phones
I'm riding around serving all day long
Stick change a nigga skin tone
Got two ID's incase they pull me
I Know a trapper when I see one, you can't fool me
Ya'll niggas been watchin' too many movies
I get in that kitchen and get to it
Wanna fight and shoot? We can do it
Nigga you is Crip? Who you fooling
Seven Thousand on me while I'm eating noodles
Poppin Percocet, getting booty
You ain't never in your life been in a shooting
.556 get a nigga moving
Up the stick, make your Tahoe roof-less
You rap about killing but you're not gonna do it
Beat a nigga face, black and blue it
When I'm in the stove, put my back in to it
Fit right in my jeans, compact the Uzi
Stick on me bitch ima use it
Get your pen and paper, Papi finna school you
Auntie seen the back, she said halleluiah
No matter where you at I can get it to you
Ima charge it extra to cook it for you
Play with my money the [?] lookin for you
I was thinkin about robbin my plug
Lil bro said let me book em for you
Walk up on em, leave em in the bushes
He ain't drop the price so I took it
He put trust in me that's his fault
He ain't do good business that's his loss
Reverend kitchen, this my house
I was twelve my momma told me, "Move out"
They robbed you twice. What you gon' do bout it?
You ain't gonna up the stick and shoot about it
You gonna wave a white flag and truce about it
But on the 'gram talking about you about it
We got more guns than GS-9
'Pap and neph
[?]
Hit a lick, bought a new audi
Brand new stick, need a new body
Slither man, creep up on you too silent
Kept that shit real, I'm to silent
Stick go up and down like hydraulics
Each'll break every bone in your body
Real Huster could trick the scale
Wake up early to check the mail
Stay down, build my clientele
Cooking dope in the kitchen, I'm fly as hell
If she traffic this work, Ima buy her Chanel
She know I'm Drugrich it ain't hard to tell
'Thang me and neph drop hard as hell
Your hood pass gonna get revoked
Should have kept your mouth quite, never spoke
I upped that stick, its murder she wrote
.556 go thru you and your folks
I was twelve years old, started dealing dope
I ain't have no OG to show me the ropes
You know how many times i fucked up the boat?
I damn near cried sitting by the stove
Locked my first cook, yea trap nigga goals
It's cameras every angle, my home
I'm paranoid when I'm alone
Move like a bitch, [?]
Up the stick, split a nigga dome
Shit getting heavy, got two flip phones
I'm riding around serving all day long
Stick change a nigga skin tone
Got two ID's incase they pull me
I Know a trapper when I see one, you can't fool me
Ya'll niggas been watchin' too many movies
I get in that kitchen and get to it
Wanna fight and shoot? We can do it
Nigga you is Crip? Who you fooling
Seven Thousand on me while I'm eating noodles
Poppin Percocet, getting booty
You ain't never in your life been in a shooting
.556 get a nigga moving
Up the stick, make your Tahoe roof-less
You rap about killing but you're not gonna do it
Beat a nigga face, black and blue it
When I'm in the stove, put my back in to it
Fit right in my jeans, compact the Uzi
Stick on me bitch ima use it
Get your pen and paper, Papi finna school you
Auntie seen the back, she said halleluiah
No matter where you at I can get it to you
Ima charge it extra to cook it for you
Play with my money the [?] lookin for you
I was thinkin about robbin my plug
Lil bro said let me book em for you
Walk up on em, leave em in the bushes
He ain't drop the price so I took it
He put trust in me that's his fault
He ain't do good business that's his loss
Reverend kitchen, this my house
I was twelve my momma told me, "Move out"
They robbed you twice. What you gon' do bout it?
You ain't gonna up the stick and shoot about it
You gonna wave a white flag and truce about it
But on the 'gram talking about you about it
We got more guns than GS-9
'Pap and neph
[?]
Hit a lick, bought a new audi
Brand new stick, need a new body
Slither man, creep up on you too silent
Kept that shit real, I'm to silent
Stick go up and down like hydraulics
Each'll break every bone in your body
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