[Intro: Rx Papi]

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DrugRixh Papi

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[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

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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

[Verse 2: RXK Nephew]

I'm in the kitchen chopping up the grams

I serve them 2 for 10 up out a van

I got the perkies and I got the xans

Grams flying like they're Peter Pan

You rap about it nigga but I live it

Platinos, nigga I'm with it

I'm like my grandma when I'm in the kitchen

I'm like the chinese man, "10 minutes!"

I cook a deuce up in 10 minutes

Told the lil bitch "Give me 5 minutes"

A big Glock-9, I'mma die with it

Brodie on my side, I'mma die with him

Jump out the coupe real clean on 'em

Nephew got auntie at the ATM for him

800, she tryna spend on it

Straight drop, I dropped a 10 on it

Brand new coupe, ain't got a print on it

Wrap the dope up, put the print on it

Nigga don't ask 'bout no prices

Just tell me how much you wan' spend on it

Show up at the plug with a motherfucking stick on me

Grab on the edges and then put my dick on it

I don't want pussy, bitch just go put your lips on it

I walked at Kim's and I dropped a whole brick on it

Shooters, they run with a Plat' and no sticks on 'em

He can cook work man, that boy got a wrist on him

Now, I went and found a plug with no GPS

He got way more drugs than CVS

He got pressed pills, lean and all that shit

I was in the bin, I couldn't imagine this

Real trap nigga, really be having it

Real dope dealer, really be serving it

What's your name again? I never heard of it

I'm from the trenches with dealers and murderers

Nigga my grandmama raised me

1800, that's what made me

4th Street, Peck Street where I came from

I done met the plug, now they say I changed up