[Intro]

(I call this the crackhouse)

Yuh (Flawless)

Real Rx

I’m fresh as the fuck, you know what I’m saying

I’m fresh as a bitch

Nah, I be as fresh as the fuck, you know what I’m saying

(Stop flexing your muscles, Jordan)

[Verse]

All my opps broke as a bitch

One of my opps buy K2 nicks

All my opps wear a dumbass chain

I fucked the shit out one of my opps’ auntie

I beat the shit out of half my opps

I got more money than all my opps

One of my opps a mental health patient

He drink malt liquor and all his guns outdated

One of my opps an internet blood

Five of my opps is suburban good kids

But on the net they gangsta as shit

One of my opps caught a body and snitched

Most of my opps like OTF

Hell nah, I don’t bump OTF

I [?] with them songs out with Lil Flash

Although I did it anyway, them shits trash

I’m finna drop this song when I’m done

I don’t give a fuck if Ravio tell me don’t drop

The whole world got hit by all my opps

My opps don’t know they dad ‘cause I’m they pops

My opps hate me ‘cause I get fresh

My opps hate me ‘cause I know how to dress

JRDN blacked the fuck out on the beat

I think he [?] blacked the fuck out on the beat

None of my opps know how to cook crack

One of my opps’ baby mom stank and fat

I got neck from her for a weed sack

In front of your son, that’s no cap

Feel like, oh shit, the old Pap back

Choked one of my opps and robbed him for his purse

He ain’t come on the block for a week after that

I thought he was gon’ call police after that

One of my opps names Shawmeek

Talk mad shit but his jaw weak

How the fuck is you skinny and fat

I’ll beat your ass back to back

Back to back to back to back

Back to back to back to back

Back to back to back to back

And then blow up your petty ass after that

They say Papi throw punches like The Flash

My opps stand on the corner and sell bags

My opps still drive they mama car

My outfit could buy your mama car

Next week I’m finna buy my mama car

Caught my opp BM in his baby mama car

Bust that bitch ass, told her drop me off

My opps know I put my Glock down and fight you

I give you a fair chance, still beat your ass

It’s not one nigga breathing who can say he whoop Pap

I ain’t saying that I’m the toughest nigga

But I’d left-right uppercut a nigga

I punch hard like the Bean, Butter nigga

My opps say they hate me, still bump my music

It’s mad bitches in my DMs say they fuck with me ‘cause they nigga always bump my music

He ready to beat that bitch ‘cause she bump my music

Cut my last bitch off, she moving stupid

You used to be my bitch, now you one of my opps

I show more attention to one of my thots

I really bruise my knuckles from beating the pot

On percs, I used to fall asleep on the block

In my city I’m the real Lil Reese

Nigga better think twice before he fuck with me

I walk in that bitch like I got dope for sale

He told, lying, like he posted bail

Bitch mad she ain’t get no Chanel

They doubted and said I was supposed to fail

I punch in like I punch one of my opps

I got opps watching me while I’m on live

None of my opps don’t be outside

He get hit with this Glock, he won’t survive

Punch the shit out your fucking eye

Punch the shit out you several times

I beat my opps like Joe did Jackson Five

One of my opps ass like a crackhead mom

My opps still sleep on they mama couch

They gotta sneak bitches in they mama house

If you don’t like Pap, suck my dick

The whole city know that I’m Drugrixh

I pull up on some big body shit

Couple niggas with me got bodies on them

You see the nigga with me, I’ll catch a body for him

Pay a couple dollars, he gone by the morning

I’m the one out the camp like David Ruffin

I get a nigga killed, won’t say nothing

All off Stanfield, I push the button

Get the nigga ‘round, he ain’t good for nothing

All my opps watch my YouTube vids

I seen a few of my opps try to copy my fits

My opps ask bitches how much money I got

One of my opps tried to use a bitch to get me robbed

The bitch told me “This nigga tryna get you robbed, and I know how much that’s gon’ piss you off. I fuck with you, and that’s why I told you”

That bitch blew me so good, I ain’t gon’ hold you

My opps hate the fact that I’m global

I used to cook crack and drink Four Loko

My opps stuck on the corner, them niggas local

Hit the block with the Drac and go loco

These niggas [?] heads like Hugo Loco

Glock knock the horse off a nigga Polo

Like a bitch nigga, how Pap won’t go

My opps eat food off the dollar menu

It’s okay if you not street, you ain’t got it in you

My opps still bag up zips

Nothing against niggas who bag zippers, but these niggas old as a bitch

They like, “Why you giving your opps so much attention?”

All my opps’ bitches let me stick my dick in

One of my opp bitches told him he should be like me

She even bought the nigga a BB Simon

That’s how much she want him to be like Pap

My opp BM wish I was her baby dad

She said, “Pap, we’d have beautiful kids”

She say she love the way a nigga live

My opps hate my fucking guts

But I be all in they bitch guts

I bought one of my opps’ daughter a bike

He ain’t have money to get his daughter a bike

But them times you see Papi be tryna fight

Nigga better reevaluate your fucking life

I walk in this bitch, tell an opp suck dick

For real Rx, you know what it is