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Prop Joe - Rx Papi
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Prop Joe Rx Papi

Prop Joe - Rx Papi
[Intro]
Huh
On god
Yeah

[Verse]
Jump out the car and walk a nigga down
I'll kill you for a half a pound
Shoot your block spin back around
Jump out the car then pat 'em down
I really played the backfield
Don't care about a rap deal
Drug problems on my block, Papi trying to handle that still
My plug playin' funny games, he bet' not play no money games
This .45 like a arrow, shoot this bitch like it's The Hunger Games
The drac' make 'em do the running man
I used to fall asleep with hunger pangs
Stopped selling dope didn't all that change
I really put up for my gang
The city treat me like a Villain
Bitch bet' not play cause I'll kill 'em
Face seen me walk niggas down
Pull it out while im walking through the crowd
I let it off that bitch go fah, fah-fah-fah
I can fuck up auntie blender, she say: "Papi, you that nigga"
These niggas know my body different
I'm on that shit I'm prolly trippin'
Ain't nun but Carti's for the vision
Nigga I'll rob you with your sister
I really don't give a damn
This a Glock, it won't jam
They tryna do it for the gram, I'm gon' do it with the grams
I'm Patrick Ewing with the slam
They called me Rambo in the can
I cut your face up with a can and pass the drain off to my man
I'm too sticky with this shit, Ion try to be mixy with these niggas
I sold dope and shot niggas, I'm a real block nigga
I act just like my pops nigga, my wrist inside the pot nigga
He got a Glock, my Glock bigger, I let off shots way quicker
I don't fuck with you niggas, what you wanna do nigga
Cause when the last opp tried, got shot five times
Dumbass damn near died, stupid ass paralyzed
We stand on business 'bout the guys
These niggas fake they act like props
Jump out the car and get my man, broad daylight we open fire
They talking crazy on the live, don't even know he finna die
They like: "Pap just make songs"
I get you killed, my paper long
I'm really tryna be a rapper, but I can't kick it with these rappers
I fuck around and rob a rapper, then go sell the product after
Im a no good dirty bastard
In the streets I got my masters
I don't got fake dope stories, I don't got fake drill stories
I got them real deal stories, them "Pap, you gotta chill" stories
Going out like I'm Marlo
Run my block like I'm Marlo
Get you shot like I'm Marlo
Serve straight drop like I'm Marlo
I robbed the spot like I'm Marlo
These niggas act like Proposition Joe
Soon as he act like he want [?]
Reach for my hip, don't gotta find the pole
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