[Intro: Rx Papi]
Yuh, yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh
DrugRixh Papi
Yuh, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
I got niggas locked up facing time in the feds
Don't play with my money, I put change on your head
They say a young nigga came up and he changed
Since I got money shit ain't been the same
These niggas flagging, they really be lame
You'd be blessed if you know where I came from
Young nigga pulling up strapped with the same gun
Go out like a pussy nigga, but I ain't one
Nigga I'mma go like I'm motherfucking 2Pac
Hanging out the window with a pistol, I shoot Glocks
I don't go nowhere without an U-wop
Bitch don't be mad, I'm the nigga that you not
Whole twenty thousand, put that in my shoebox
(Yuh... Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bought up 2 pounds of ? when I could've bought up a new drop
Nigga I could've spent that on a new watch
Got a bust down Rollie, I don't do G-Shock
All white 1s on, I don't wear Reeboks
Hell nah baby, I ain't wearing no Yeezy
I don't wear these, lil nigga I'm greasy
Where I come from nigga, yeah we slimy and sneaky
Lil nigga, we heathens
We don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I don't really give a fuck if that bitch think that she a diva
I cut a bitch off, no I don't need her
I pour up three ounces in a two liter
I'm popping Percocets when I don't need them
Pour them in Sprite or I might just eat 'em
These niggas know I'm the motherfucking man
I done ran off with a whole lotta bands
Going to jail really ain't in my plans
These niggas snitching, they jump on the stand
These niggas working, they write with they hand
I'm in the kitchen beating up the pan
Yuh, yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh
DrugRixh Papi
Yuh, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
I got niggas locked up facing time in the feds
Don't play with my money, I put change on your head
They say a young nigga came up and he changed
Since I got money shit ain't been the same
These niggas flagging, they really be lame
You'd be blessed if you know where I came from
Young nigga pulling up strapped with the same gun
Go out like a pussy nigga, but I ain't one
Nigga I'mma go like I'm motherfucking 2Pac
Hanging out the window with a pistol, I shoot Glocks
I don't go nowhere without an U-wop
Bitch don't be mad, I'm the nigga that you not
Whole twenty thousand, put that in my shoebox
(Yuh... Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bought up 2 pounds of ? when I could've bought up a new drop
Nigga I could've spent that on a new watch
Got a bust down Rollie, I don't do G-Shock
All white 1s on, I don't wear Reeboks
Hell nah baby, I ain't wearing no Yeezy
I don't wear these, lil nigga I'm greasy
Where I come from nigga, yeah we slimy and sneaky
Lil nigga, we heathens
We don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I don't really give a fuck if that bitch think that she a diva
I cut a bitch off, no I don't need her
I pour up three ounces in a two liter
I'm popping Percocets when I don't need them
Pour them in Sprite or I might just eat 'em
These niggas know I'm the motherfucking man
I done ran off with a whole lotta bands
Going to jail really ain't in my plans
These niggas snitching, they jump on the stand
These niggas working, they write with they hand
I'm in the kitchen beating up the pan
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