[Verse 1: RXK Nephew]
DrugRixh, Nephew
Walk in the trap, I wrestle the work like John Cena, FU
Niggas want smoke, let's do it
.223s send his ass to Christ
Play with me, I'mma stop you from breathing
Diss me in yo rap songs, before Sunday I can send you to Jesus
I'm DrugRixh, I pray to a money rag
You dead broke, probably need you a front
At the trap I serve at the front
I go Gucci Gang with this motherfucking pump
Papi can get you anything you want
I'm Hollow Man on the first on the month
I never went broke since a 31
I graduated when I learned how to cook
Get caught with this, they gone throw me thе book
Troopers behind me, I'm nеver shook
Pull off, I'mma do the dash
Paul Walker, I might die and crash
Cartier frames cover my eyes
You ain't no street nigga, I can see the signs
Yo whole mixtape sound like a lie
You rappin 'bout a DrugRixh lie
Blake Money told me stay focused
I pass him the bowl, he put us in the game
It's two sides, nigga, I'mma stay the same
I'm smoking Wedding Cake, this not no Haze
Please don't play with me cause I turn green
30 shots with the infra-beam
Look at my eyes, you can see the pain
Look at my fingertip, see the cane
You not a real nigga, can't look me in my face
That's probably why I sold yo ass some bullshit
Me and my niggas, we on some bullshit
Glock-nueve with a full clip
All I fuck with is niggas who trap
I don't really like niggas who rap
They makin songs full of all cap
Nephew make a nigga go get off his ass
My mama raised me way better than that
I'm Barry Bonds with the leather hat
Hit a homerun with a hanger
Fuck do I look like serving a stranger
Pull up in a F-150
At the trap, get my car washed for a 50
Can't beef with me cause your money too short
I'm in Cali but the plates say New York
DrugRixh, Nephew
Walk in the trap, I wrestle the work like John Cena, FU
Niggas want smoke, let's do it
.223s send his ass to Christ
Play with me, I'mma stop you from breathing
Diss me in yo rap songs, before Sunday I can send you to Jesus
I'm DrugRixh, I pray to a money rag
You dead broke, probably need you a front
At the trap I serve at the front
I go Gucci Gang with this motherfucking pump
Papi can get you anything you want
I'm Hollow Man on the first on the month
I never went broke since a 31
I graduated when I learned how to cook
Get caught with this, they gone throw me thе book
Troopers behind me, I'm nеver shook
Pull off, I'mma do the dash
Paul Walker, I might die and crash
Cartier frames cover my eyes
You ain't no street nigga, I can see the signs
Yo whole mixtape sound like a lie
You rappin 'bout a DrugRixh lie
Blake Money told me stay focused
I pass him the bowl, he put us in the game
It's two sides, nigga, I'mma stay the same
I'm smoking Wedding Cake, this not no Haze
Please don't play with me cause I turn green
30 shots with the infra-beam
Look at my eyes, you can see the pain
Look at my fingertip, see the cane
You not a real nigga, can't look me in my face
That's probably why I sold yo ass some bullshit
Me and my niggas, we on some bullshit
Glock-nueve with a full clip
All I fuck with is niggas who trap
I don't really like niggas who rap
They makin songs full of all cap
Nephew make a nigga go get off his ass
My mama raised me way better than that
I'm Barry Bonds with the leather hat
Hit a homerun with a hanger
Fuck do I look like serving a stranger
Pull up in a F-150
At the trap, get my car washed for a 50
Can't beef with me cause your money too short
I'm in Cali but the plates say New York
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