Pocket Knife Nephew RXKNephew

[Intro]
Uh, uh (El Money chopped this shit up like chopped cheese!)
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, yeah (Watch this!)

[Verse]
Pick up a broom, go clean
I'm in the house with a bunch of fiends
Not my fault somebody OD'd
Fuck Tyrone, call me
Henny got me shittin', pardon me
Knee on my neck, I can't breathe
The party jumpin', I can't leave
Auntie said I'm new breed
Yuh, uh
Yuh, uh
Yuh, uh
Yuh, watch this, uh, uh
Slap the shit out the Uber man
Traffick a nigga like I drive a van
Jump outta nowhere with a knife
I had a pocket knife all my life
Run outta drugs, I might get mad
Fuck Mike, I'll beat yo ass
Drugs all gonе, that's why I'm mad
Drugs all gone, I'll beat yo ass
Me and hеr do drugs and go fuck
[?] was like "Neph, what the fuck?"
Holy shit, what the fuck?
My white bitch don't cook tuna casserole
Baboon, I'm showin' my asshole
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Opp gon' breakdance when he hear that
Spin on his head after that
I got oochie wally bang-bang
They gon' give me more time than chain gang
Cuban, it's not plain Jane
Me and Christopher Columbus got the same name
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, don't say my name
Yo jeans dirty, stale and stank
Last time I perform the beat
Take my shirt off, stop breathin'
Take my shirt off, stop breathin'
Take my shirt off, stop breathin'
Henny got me not thinkin'
Yeah, molly got me not thinkin'
Uh, AA meeting got me still drinkin'
Trap look like a AA meeting
Auntie like "Neph, I feel like I ain't breathin'"
How you talkin' to me and you still breathin'?
Auntie got no limit, me either
Auntie think she higher than me
Wayne Perry inspire me
Donald Trump inspire me
DC snipers
Pop out the trunk like DC snipers
Have a son so we can be DC snipers
Pointin' my middle finger since diapers
Cursin' people out since I can talk
My mama ratchet, it ain't my fault
Mama ratchet, it ain't my fault
My grandma ratchet, it ain't my fault
Auntie ratchet, it ain't my fault
Sister ratchet, it ain't my fault
I'm a ratchet ass nigga, it ain't my fault
[?] get you pregnant, that's my fault
I'm on the run from child support, don't get caught
(El Money chopped this shit up like chopped cheese!)