UFC TRAP RXKNephew & Rx Papi

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
All that back buyin' shit
Keep it to yourself
Drug dealin', dealin' with cars bitch that [?]
Auntie like "Nephew cook this up with your god self?"
Mhm, auntie sit your ass down with your proud self
Got suspended, hit the kitchen then I got there Neph’ done did it
Bitch keep talkin' 'bout she with it
Taxes came I'm made to spend it
Dirty nigga from the trenches
Harlem Glocks that come with switches
Bum ass bitch she burnin' bridges
I put Henny on my liver
He’ll bring the bag, back to the game, he dead rich
Said he was rich, that Glock hit a nigga, now he dead rich
Every time I talk that shit all my J's be like "Preach"
I could take a 150 bitches right now out the east
A homie in the comments, doing all that pussy hating shit
Every time I'm in that Audi, I be tryna race a bitch
I know they hate the kid, hating how a nigga doin' his thing
You can be all in them comments nigga nobody know your name

[Chorus: RXK NEPHEW]
This ain't prop money, nigga, this is straight drop money
Not yo momma house in [?] nigga, that is not money
Point the Glock 4, make a bitch boy drop money
Told my momma when I send you money, it be blood money
I was cold outside, they ain't had no love for me
Before I ever hold out my hand, I rather go get blood money
I know my daughters know what daddy do, he spendin' drug money
She talkin' 'bout she love me, made her help me rob the plug for me