Blake Money

By Rx Papi

On Slither Island

Released on June 13, 2019

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[Verse 1: Rx Papi]

Hell nah I ain't gone give you no gun

Strapped up, I ain't goin for nun'

Nigga we ride with 100 in the drum

Nigga I can do this shit by myself

I can cook the cocaine, nigga, I don't need help

Strapped the fuck up, I ain't talkin bout a seatbelt

Hit em with the dirt, pop-pop, wa-watch em melt

Bitch ass nigga be talking like you with it

Nigga you know that's cap

I feel like Blake Money, lil nigga, speak all facts

I beat a nigga head in with a 'ball bat

I fucked that bitch one time then called back

I hit that hoe on the couch and the mat

Fucked her in the trap on the stove by the bag

Young nigga, I fell in love with the racks

Ran this shit up nigga, all the way up to the ceiling

I ain't got no education, I'm good with drug dealing

Don't give a fuck bout none of these niggas

30 on me, I shoot an innocent civilian

Young nigga, I was trappin out for real

I get the cocaine off and the pills

I could serve yo ass a perc or a xan

I pull out the 30, rob you and yo man

Nigga we strapped the fuck out like Pakistan

Everybody got a t-shirt like Taliban

Don't play with me nigga, get yo ass shot

Nigga I'm cookin, nigga I done fucked up the last pot

Nigga I robbed em, nigga I got him for his last block

Pussy ass nigga

You know they were owing me

I got a 40 on me, this ain't O.E

Nigga don't run up on me, I'm blowing

Everybody know bout Papi, I'm toting

Nigga that choppa leave you with a slow leak

Gotta watch that nigga, gotta play me in closed league

Can't let no nigga control me

Hell nah nigga, ain't no folding

I gotta stay solid when I'm in that cage

You a broke ass nigga making minimum wage

Don't play with me bitch, you get shot in yo face

Wanna be a star, bullets put you on the front page

Niggas be acting like they with this shit

I don't like that nigga, I might light that nigga

They think I'm a lil hypocrite

Honestly I don't give a shit

I got my young nigga stickin shit

Nephew in the kitchen whippin shit

Nigga I'm cookin up, quit this shit

If this shit go broke, then that 40 gon come through and fix this shit

Niggas be actin like they really with it

Nigga be chargin me, that broke boy gotta quit it

Lil nigga we did it, these niggas be snitchin

That shit so sickening, nigga I'm working my wrist in that kitchen

Lightning fast, strike em, blast

Nigga I gotta get to the money, nigga I just need me a bag

Got a bitch who gone run it up


[Verse 2: RXK Nephew]

Girl, baby-daddy dead broke, tell em come get a double up

30 on me, I am not with the knuckle up

2 cells, 2 stories, I got them grams

Fuck do I look like poppin a xan?

My auntie Pat used to dig out the garbage can

Pulled up to prom in a stolen caravan

Fucked up 31 grams, had to rob some

Looking for a plug OT, that's job hunt

Dirty ass 4th street nigga, never had nun

Hoe, tu quoque, love no thotty

I'm uppin the glick if I feel it's a problem

I speak how I feel, I got that from my mama

I'm slangin the cut and then serving narcotics

Grandma, she told me to stay out them streets

4 hour drive, gettin em thangs for cheap

Pop yo location, I don't wanna meet

Huh? I met the plug, came back with the overload

Shit gettin critical, junkie just overdosed

Well respected in the hood, had to make a way

Beat a nigga with the Glock till (?)

Fentanyl in the trap, it could still (?)

These niggas lie in they raps, they fabricate

Young nigga down bad, livin the savage way

She want a cut, but I'm stuck in the trap today

Young nigga came up from robbin the pizza man

Ain't know my daddy and still don't want meet the man

Call up DrugRxch Papi he come and beat the pan

Fly right on you with that 30 like Peter Pan, damn

Tony Hawk grind, that's how we work

Don't talk to me less I speak first

I been robbin niggas since way back

Niggas still wearing "Stop snitching" t-shirts

Nigga I'll put yo ass on a t-shirt