1-800-Gun-You-Down RXKNephew

[Intro]
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Yeah, uh

[Verse]
It don't make sense, you don't wanna stack your money
Up that Glock, point it, show you making fast money
What they think they gon' take from me?
Take a bitch and put her on, show her how to make money
Boy so goddamn broke, act like he hate money
Big Neph gon' take that trip, he not gon' wait for money
Gamble what? I grind for this, I'm not gon' play with money
Yeah, yeah
He don't wanna hit no lick, then that's his fault
Go 'head, up the glick, show me that your glick work
Go 'head, make the trap jump, show me that your wrist work
Them petty crimes, nigga, you ain't did no dirt
That's grand larceny, nigga, you ain't rob nobody
Who the fuck you gеtting loud with? Nigga, you ain't shot nobody
Put that nigga in the dirt, not 'bout to fight nobody
Where your monеy at? I can tell that you ain't serve nobody
Every loss I took back then, I had to rob somebody
I plot by myself, I can't plot with nobody
Never ran, told or folded or ratted on somebody
Stand on my own, you can ask my mommy
When that pain gon' go away?
Long as Big Neph got his wrist, that dope never gon' go away
She like "You in the booth? It been all day"
Hold up, lemme talk my shit, not parlay
I got my hood tatted on my skin 'cause I'll die for that
You ain't gotta die 'bout your pride 'cause I'ma die for that
I'ma die for that, ride for that and slide for that
Look you in your eye, fucking slide for that
That Hendog getting to me, I think I need some more
Ain't did beans in a minute, I think I need some more
I'm rapping while I'm sober, I think I need to get high
I'm fed up with that humble shit, I'm ready to slide
RXK, they say that we got mob ties
That boy done way too scary, so he don't come around
You ask a nigga 'bout that, give you the runaround
1-800-GLOCK-40, I'll gun you down
Uh, they like "Neph, you on some shit"
Glock got a small man complex in this bitch
Direct deposit hitting, I ain't stressing no bitch
Auntie texting my phone, I ain't texting no bitch