[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Fuck a bird box, got a box of birds

Pull up on the third block, pumpin' roxies undeferred

I got thirty-somethin' shots in this Glock, do not disturb

Heard he wanna run with Blocks, he must got a lot of nerve

Slidin' with this mop, icy as a berg

Made a left off of Vermont, called up pop, I gotta serve

Deuce of Tris all in my pop, lately I been on the verge

Grew up beefin' with my opps, like the Rockets and the Spurs

5.56s get dispersed, from the projects to the 'burbs

Have my killers from New Jers' run your pockets, niggas cursed

While I'm breakin' down a chirp, somewhere lockin' up a bird

I put in a lot of work, finally got what I deserve

Foreigns parked all on the curb, two jail calls I gotta merge

Auntie workin' on my nerves, she just called with ninety Percs

Thirty blues and sixty Norcs, hundred oranges, six of purp

Unk, he keep comin' up short, he still owe me from the first

I wish [?] was here to tell 'em out his mouth, in his own words

All the Tech that we were sellin', all the ounces we done served

All the pots that we done stirred, run the route, then bust a swerve

Wintertime chinchilla furs, now I'm coppin' his and her's

Plugged in like a power surge, [?]

Fifty guap, we finna purge, up this Glock and shit a turd

When I saw my first rock, I was on the block, was scurred

All these different color pills, shit look like a box of Nerds

When they killed my brother [?], had me at a loss for words

I got killers comin' home, all that time that they done served

Homeboy cappin' like he him, shit, but that's not what I heard

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]

Every time I sleep, that pistol by my side

That bitch bring me peace of mind

Know how to read between the lines

And I don't know why you even try

Mama tried to tell me that ain't my dawg

I don't know how I ain't see the signs

Don't believe what they speakin' in they rhymes

Auntie been geekin' 'bout a dime

Bitch, my block like Columbine, every day you hear niggas dyin'

They took your man? You better slide

And get on get-back for your guys

My mama say, "It's a cold world", I'm in the trap with a li'l girl

I been cookin' dope since three this mornin'

I ain't have this shit, I'd prob'ly earl

They say, "Broke can't lead the broke"

Y'all know blind can't lead the blind

That's the first thing that I think e'rytime BK come in my mind

I don't wanna talk, it get declined

On the Percs to ease my nerves

In the kitchen, I seen it first

Just call my line when you need the work

Papi ain't never had no job; I never seen the need to work

I serve Anita every first; Fat lick, he look like Gerald Levert

Robbery gone bad, nigga did all kinda shit

You gotta hurry up nigga, good time you're takin'

Twelve blitz the trap, they tryna find the chickens

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut and mind your business

You see Papi at the stove, he handlin' his business

I up the Glick and turn a nigga to a victim

They like, "Aw shit, now he buggin' and he trippin'"

Percocet pills got a young nigga itchin'

I'll walk in this bitch like Bobby Murcer

I drive the Audi myself, I don't need a chauffeur

My bitch trippin' 'bout a bitch, I don't even know her

We know that's not your foreign nigga, that's a loaner

All by myself, Papi a loner; Unk knockin' 4:45 in the mornin'

I'm in the trap feelin' like this bitch haunted

This a big-ass Backwood, not a fronto

I'll walk in this bitch with bussdown Buffs

Bust a nigga in his shit for actin' tough

Horsepower'll leave a nigga in the dust

Four-five leave a nigga in the trunk

These niggas move like they voted for Trump

I walk in this bitch like the top one

Hit my nigga Boldy like, "We got one"

Not the two or three, bitch, we the ones

[Outro]

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