[Intro: Rx Papi]
Uh, uh, uh
Fuck you so loud for? My head hurt
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh!
[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
His bills due, but he can't cut them pills loose
He fuck 'round with that money one time and they gon' kill dude
Ain't got time for the funny games
His stomach hurt from hunger pang
He tried to buy a block
Then he got robbed and shot by what's his name
Baby mama movin' strange
Dumb bitch think she know everything
That boy done been through everything
Seen murders and he barely blinked
That boy a real block runner
That boy a real curb stomper
He'll chase you down 'bout a pound, he's a bird hunter
He not a pitcher, he comin' straight
He try and get you gone tonight
The wildest stars come back to back
We off codeine, not no fucking yak
They called lil' bro a loose screw
They barely even knew dude
His grandma used to call him Doo
But now she barely recognize him
He try and paint the picture vivid
They ain't want to visualize it
He fightin' somethin' that's still inside him
Play that boy, he'll kill your mama
He grew up in a drug zone
Born and raised in a battlefield
He hustled up a hunnid thousand
That shit felt like a half a million
Pills don't really work like that
They fuckin' with his nerves real bad
They call that boy a pill-poppin' animal
They don't understand it
Bounce out broad day, bare face
With that Drac' from another planet
No gloves on, he gon' put you down
Back in the wheel and get the fuck from 'round
He got problems on this side of town
Wearin' that hat whenever he ridin' 'round
He ain't lettin' shit die down
They frontin' and he could've died now
They say he got a pride problem
They say he got a big ego
They know what he do to people
That nigga toin' somethin' lethal
They tellin' him, "Get in the booth"
They beggin' him, "Stay out the street"
But sometimes that's where he wanna be
Nigga, you don't know shit 'bout me
Uh, uh, uh
Fuck you so loud for? My head hurt
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh!
[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
His bills due, but he can't cut them pills loose
He fuck 'round with that money one time and they gon' kill dude
Ain't got time for the funny games
His stomach hurt from hunger pang
He tried to buy a block
Then he got robbed and shot by what's his name
Baby mama movin' strange
Dumb bitch think she know everything
That boy done been through everything
Seen murders and he barely blinked
That boy a real block runner
That boy a real curb stomper
He'll chase you down 'bout a pound, he's a bird hunter
He not a pitcher, he comin' straight
He try and get you gone tonight
The wildest stars come back to back
We off codeine, not no fucking yak
They called lil' bro a loose screw
They barely even knew dude
His grandma used to call him Doo
But now she barely recognize him
He try and paint the picture vivid
They ain't want to visualize it
He fightin' somethin' that's still inside him
Play that boy, he'll kill your mama
He grew up in a drug zone
Born and raised in a battlefield
He hustled up a hunnid thousand
That shit felt like a half a million
Pills don't really work like that
They fuckin' with his nerves real bad
They call that boy a pill-poppin' animal
They don't understand it
Bounce out broad day, bare face
With that Drac' from another planet
No gloves on, he gon' put you down
Back in the wheel and get the fuck from 'round
He got problems on this side of town
Wearin' that hat whenever he ridin' 'round
He ain't lettin' shit die down
They frontin' and he could've died now
They say he got a pride problem
They say he got a big ego
They know what he do to people
That nigga toin' somethin' lethal
They tellin' him, "Get in the booth"
They beggin' him, "Stay out the street"
But sometimes that's where he wanna be
Nigga, you don't know shit 'bout me
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