Split Decision

By Rx Papi

On Foreign Exchange

Released on November 19, 2021

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[Intro]

Yuh

Real Rx

Yuh, yuh

Real Rx

Yuh, yuh


[Verse]

Coronavirus all over the money

Count that shit with my bare hands

Hit a lick, do the Ric Flair dance

Me and cuz used to share pants

Drac' in my hand, I can airbend

Pockets big as Yo Gotti forehead

You goddamn right I got that sack

You bitch-ass niggas can't hold me back

"Oh shit, it's them, Neph and Pap"

Walk in this bitch for no reason in black

Don't beef on the net, we don't get into that

When I bump into him, I'm leaving him flat

Glock going off like a snare drum

Everybody getting hit, we don't spare none

Up the Drac', start doing Santeria

The work don't come back, ay dios mía

Widebody 'Cat, ain't no way you can keep up

Them people ask questions, better say you ain't seen nothing

Try to quit but can't give the lean up

Daddy Yankee Drac' spit gasolina

In the club, you gon' fuck up your re-up

I don't gotta check the score, I know we up

They turned their back, act like I need them

Tinted up my Carti so I don't see them

Really sold dog from AM to PM

Took OT trips with niggas' BM

She think I'm finna put her in a BM

My opps at home wanna be him

They talk 'bout what they gonna do when they see him

But when niggas see me they start freezing

Strongarm rob one of you niggas for no reason

Like taking candy from a baby, it's too easy

"Don't trust Neph and Pap, them niggas greasy"

Piss on an opp like Flea in Killa Season

My opps run faster than Usain Bolt

Pap in the hood where you can't go

These niggas buying guns for show

5.56s'll flip a boat

These niggas move weirder than Lil Boat

Pistol whip you with the Glock, break your bone

Drac' going off like bom-bom

Bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom

No matter how big the load, bet I get it gone

Every fifteen days I get a new phone

On a bean and a Addy, up all night long

In the trap with more white than Post Malone

Think a helicopter tryna follow me home

I forgot how many Percs I was on

If I still got drugs, I'm not going home

I go in the house when the load gone

Me and my brother went down a long road

State to state, I'm still bringing my pole

I refuse to go out sad 'bout a ho

Bitch can't act right then there go the door

Another bitch walking in when you walking out

It is what it is, what we talking bout