[Verse]
Free my dog out that cage
Walk you down with that K
Shoot you dead in your face
Don't give a fuck if it's broad day
Skrt skrt, getting away
Hitting the corner I'm jumping out
It's a gleam on the Glock I'm walking him down
Grr, grr, grr, bow!
They like Papi too turnt
Seen him bust a U-turn
Aye cuz come here where the fuck you going
Grr-rrr, keep going
Put that pistol on a nigga
If I got a issue on a nigga
I get to tripping on a nigga
Stick do jujitsu on a nigga
1-7-3-8 what I'm sipping
Jump out the car and get my victim
Don't give a fuck about no rap check
Brodie bought a slab on CashApp
My manager bitching 'bout his taxes
Got too much money in the bank
I used to be broke and fucked up
I thought bout running in the bank
They better call me Master Papi, I might pull up in a tank
Aye free baby belly Benny in the yard with the shake
Who the fuck you know realer than me
Bitch I'm where the dope dealers be
Bitch I'm where the throat slitters be
It's still free Peso out the cage
The Glock be velcroed to my waist
When you running em down gotta keep your pace
Stand over a nigga and hit him in the face
B5 swing that drac amazing grace
Papi jump out the car with that fye
That drac going off 5 5 5
Who shot that boy they said B5
Don't say that boy there bitch be quiet
She want me to fuck her from the side
Bitch eat my dick up, open wide
56'll send a bitch to God
My hook Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
I woke up fresher than a bitch
Dope on my necklace and my wrist
She say I'm sexy as a bitch
She wanna sex me for a kid
They know I'm big belly Fred, free my motherfucking twin
Don't let this rap shit fool you I'll still jump out with that stick
If I put a hundred on this opp I'm doing the same shit as him
I'm hitting them niggas and hitting them niggas
'Til I don't see them niggas again
I feel like Dr. Miami, way I'm paying for these bodies
Courtroom stand tall, they call me Papi John Gotti
Ask any nigga on the eastside all about me
They say I'm known for selling dope
A mobster hit for doing robberies
My flip phone really jump, I turn a bitch up
Domestic violence in that bowl, I beat a brick up
I-I-I still walk that girl, I still push that boy
I gave auntie one on her own, I told her take it and enjoy
She said Papi you the one, you my motherfucking boy
I love her like my momma sister
If she was fine I'd probably kiss her
Instead I hit her with a hug
Good move give her ass a dub
I said I'm finna hit the app make sure you vacuum clean the rug
Water on me it's a flood, I feel like a walking tub
Free my motherfucking dog you know I answer every call
Bitches like to play snake, that drac'll break a bitch face
Make sure all my dogs straight in any prison upstate
My momma said you gon be great
It's still residue on her plate
I told her no more section 8
I pray to God that she believe me
I grab the plate I tried to slide
I pray to God that she ain't see me
I love my momma that's my dog
I go to hell for all my dogs
B5 ask me every call, he like Pap what you got on
I go to tell him then he stop cuz he know I put that shit on
I make a call you'll get ashamed
A thousand cash he got a phone
We can Facetime every day if we want til his ass come home
I call Pint up for a pint
I'm in that type of mood tonight
Nigga play, I shoot tonight
Before rap I really moved the white
That bitch a real chicken head
They know I been getting bread
I put the drac on a nigga head and tell him let's play Simon Says
Simon said shut the fuck up
Bitch don't move, it's a stick up
Simon said open up the fucking safe and hand all that shit up
The drac hit you, you won't get up
This bitch crunch niggas like a sit-up
Break down the wood and roll that shit up
Fuck my bitch then put that shit on
I'm in the booth ain't got no shirt on
Right now I'm feeling like C-Murder
Aye free 5 out that cage that's my real deal B-Murder
The opps talking on the net
Jewelry on walking through the [?]
I'm good in any hood I land, Papi get real deal respect
If I put 60 on the chain
What make you think I won't put it on your head
Yano jump up out your bushes hit your ass like Ron Artest
Peso tell me twin keep going, you been flexing I see you glowing
Pop my shit every given moment
My foot on they neck I won't let em pole up
I took Yano out the streets, told him he ain't gotta drill
He said I don't know how to rap on beats
I told him talk it how you feel
My nigga 2doe going crazy
We got tight because them pills
Knew that nigga yea straight, I never seen him give a deal
Shoutout my nigga Charlie Sosa, all that boy know is slabs
At the stove cooking glass, serve out the front, the side and back
They know Papi love to trap
Your favorite rapper love to cap
Your favorite album that you heard from Pap, recorded in the trap
Ride with a pistol in my lap, don't give a fuck bout going back
I'm in that mode I'm finna black
I get you killed no tit for tat
Neph call me everyday
He like Pap stop saying that
How you gon feel if you in the courtroom
And them crackers start playing that
Say what I mean, can't take it back
I don't really give a fuck
They say you and your bitch broke up
No she broke and Papi up
Liz, you pretty as a bitch
Might take you shopping or some shit
This song about my baby brother
You know I just go to popping shit
Aye free 5 out the can
Free my dog out that cage
Walk you down with that K
Shoot you dead in your face
Don't give a fuck if it's broad day
Skrt skrt, getting away
Hitting the corner I'm jumping out
It's a gleam on the Glock I'm walking him down
Grr, grr, grr, bow!
They like Papi too turnt
Seen him bust a U-turn
Aye cuz come here where the fuck you going
Grr-rrr, keep going
Put that pistol on a nigga
If I got a issue on a nigga
I get to tripping on a nigga
Stick do jujitsu on a nigga
1-7-3-8 what I'm sipping
Jump out the car and get my victim
Don't give a fuck about no rap check
Brodie bought a slab on CashApp
My manager bitching 'bout his taxes
Got too much money in the bank
I used to be broke and fucked up
I thought bout running in the bank
They better call me Master Papi, I might pull up in a tank
Aye free baby belly Benny in the yard with the shake
Who the fuck you know realer than me
Bitch I'm where the dope dealers be
Bitch I'm where the throat slitters be
It's still free Peso out the cage
The Glock be velcroed to my waist
When you running em down gotta keep your pace
Stand over a nigga and hit him in the face
B5 swing that drac amazing grace
Papi jump out the car with that fye
That drac going off 5 5 5
Who shot that boy they said B5
Don't say that boy there bitch be quiet
She want me to fuck her from the side
Bitch eat my dick up, open wide
56'll send a bitch to God
My hook Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
I woke up fresher than a bitch
Dope on my necklace and my wrist
She say I'm sexy as a bitch
She wanna sex me for a kid
They know I'm big belly Fred, free my motherfucking twin
Don't let this rap shit fool you I'll still jump out with that stick
If I put a hundred on this opp I'm doing the same shit as him
I'm hitting them niggas and hitting them niggas
'Til I don't see them niggas again
I feel like Dr. Miami, way I'm paying for these bodies
Courtroom stand tall, they call me Papi John Gotti
Ask any nigga on the eastside all about me
They say I'm known for selling dope
A mobster hit for doing robberies
My flip phone really jump, I turn a bitch up
Domestic violence in that bowl, I beat a brick up
I-I-I still walk that girl, I still push that boy
I gave auntie one on her own, I told her take it and enjoy
She said Papi you the one, you my motherfucking boy
I love her like my momma sister
If she was fine I'd probably kiss her
Instead I hit her with a hug
Good move give her ass a dub
I said I'm finna hit the app make sure you vacuum clean the rug
Water on me it's a flood, I feel like a walking tub
Free my motherfucking dog you know I answer every call
Bitches like to play snake, that drac'll break a bitch face
Make sure all my dogs straight in any prison upstate
My momma said you gon be great
It's still residue on her plate
I told her no more section 8
I pray to God that she believe me
I grab the plate I tried to slide
I pray to God that she ain't see me
I love my momma that's my dog
I go to hell for all my dogs
B5 ask me every call, he like Pap what you got on
I go to tell him then he stop cuz he know I put that shit on
I make a call you'll get ashamed
A thousand cash he got a phone
We can Facetime every day if we want til his ass come home
I call Pint up for a pint
I'm in that type of mood tonight
Nigga play, I shoot tonight
Before rap I really moved the white
That bitch a real chicken head
They know I been getting bread
I put the drac on a nigga head and tell him let's play Simon Says
Simon said shut the fuck up
Bitch don't move, it's a stick up
Simon said open up the fucking safe and hand all that shit up
The drac hit you, you won't get up
This bitch crunch niggas like a sit-up
Break down the wood and roll that shit up
Fuck my bitch then put that shit on
I'm in the booth ain't got no shirt on
Right now I'm feeling like C-Murder
Aye free 5 out that cage that's my real deal B-Murder
The opps talking on the net
Jewelry on walking through the [?]
I'm good in any hood I land, Papi get real deal respect
If I put 60 on the chain
What make you think I won't put it on your head
Yano jump up out your bushes hit your ass like Ron Artest
Peso tell me twin keep going, you been flexing I see you glowing
Pop my shit every given moment
My foot on they neck I won't let em pole up
I took Yano out the streets, told him he ain't gotta drill
He said I don't know how to rap on beats
I told him talk it how you feel
My nigga 2doe going crazy
We got tight because them pills
Knew that nigga yea straight, I never seen him give a deal
Shoutout my nigga Charlie Sosa, all that boy know is slabs
At the stove cooking glass, serve out the front, the side and back
They know Papi love to trap
Your favorite rapper love to cap
Your favorite album that you heard from Pap, recorded in the trap
Ride with a pistol in my lap, don't give a fuck bout going back
I'm in that mode I'm finna black
I get you killed no tit for tat
Neph call me everyday
He like Pap stop saying that
How you gon feel if you in the courtroom
And them crackers start playing that
Say what I mean, can't take it back
I don't really give a fuck
They say you and your bitch broke up
No she broke and Papi up
Liz, you pretty as a bitch
Might take you shopping or some shit
This song about my baby brother
You know I just go to popping shit
Aye free 5 out the can
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