[Verse]

Free my dog out that cage

Walk you down with that K

Shoot you dead in your face

Don't give a fuck it's broad day

SKRRT SKRRT, getting away

Hitting the corner I'm jumping out

It's a gleam on the Glock I'm walking him down

Grr, grr, grr, bow!

They like Papi too turnt

Seen him bust a U-turn

Aye cuz come here where the fuck you going

Grr-rrr, keep going

Put that pistol on a nigga

If I got a issue on a nigga

I get to tripping on a nigga

Stick do Jiujitsu on a nigga

1-7-3-8 what I'm sipping

Jump out the car and get my victim

Don't give a fuck about no rap check

Brodie bought a slab on CashApp

My manager bitching 'bout his taxes

Got too much money in the bank

I used to be broke and fucked up

I thought bout running in the bank

They better call me Master Papi, I might pull up in a tank

Aye free Baby Belly Benny in the yard with the shake

Who the fuck you know realer than me

Bitch I'm where the dope dealers be

Bitch I'm where the throat slitters be

It's still free Peso out the cage

The Glock be velcroed to my waist

When you running em down gotta keep your pace

Stand over a nigga and hit him in the face

B5 swing that drac amazing grace

Papi jump out the car with that fye

That drac going off 5 5 5

Who shot that boy they said B5

Don't say that boy there bitch be quiet

She want me to fuck her from the side

Bitch eat my dick up, open wide

56'll send a bitch to God

My hook Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

I woke up fresher than a bitch

Dope on my necklace and my wrist

She say I'm sexy as a bitch

She wanna sex me for a kid

They know I'm Big Belly Fred, free my motherfucking twin

Don't let this rap shit fool you I'll still jump out with that stick

Von put a hundred on his opp I'm doing the same shit as him

I'm hitting them niggas and hitting them niggas

'Til I don't see them niggas again

I feel like Dr. Miami, way I'm paying for these bodies

Courtroom stand tall, they call me Papi John Gotti

Ask any nigga on the eastside all about me

They say I'm known for selling dope

A mobster here for doing wrongs

My flip phone really jump, I turn a bitch up

Domestic violence in that bowl, I beat a brick up

I-I still walk that girl, I still push that boy

I gave auntie one on her own, I told her take it and enjoy

She said Papi you the one, you my motherfucking boy

I love her like my momma sister

If she was fine I'd probably kiss her

Instead I hit her with a hug

Good move give her ass a dud

I said “I'm finna hit the app, make sure you vacuum clean the rug”

Water on me it's a flood, I feel like a walking tub

Free my motherfucking dog you know I answer every call

Bitches like to play snake, that drac'll break a bitch face

Make sure all my dogs straight in any prison upstate

My momma said “You gon’ be great”

It's still residue on her plate

I told her “No more Section 8”

I pray to God that she believe me

I grab the plate I tried to slide

I pray to God that she ain't see me

I love my momma that's my dog

I go to hell for all my dogs

B5 ask me every call, he like “Pap what you got on”

I go to tell him then he stop cuz he know I put that shit on

I make a call you'll get ashamed

A thousand cash, he got a phone

We can Facetime every day if we want til his ass come home

I call Pint up for a pint

I'm in that type of mood tonight

A nigga play, I shoot tonight

Before rap I really moved the white

That bitch a real chicken head

They know I been getting bread

I put the drac on a nigga head and tell him “Let's play Simon Says”

Simon said shut the fuck up

Bitch don't move, it's a stick up

Simon said open up the fucking safe and hand all that shit up

The drac hit you, you won't get up

This bitch crunch niggas like a sit-up

Break down the wood and roll that shit up

I fuck my bitch then put that shit on

I'm in the booth ain't got no shirt on

Right now I'm feeling like C-Murder

Aye free 5 out that cage that's my real deal B-Murder

The opps talking on the net

Jewelry on walking through the ‘jects

I'm good in any hood I land, Papi get real deal respect

If I put 60 on the chain what make you think I won't put it on your head

Yano jump up out your bushes hit your ass like Ron Artest

Peso tell me twin keep going, you been flexing I see you glowing

Pop my shit every given moment

My foot on they neck I won't let em pole up

I took Yano out the streets, told him he ain't gotta drill

He said I don't know how to rap on beats

I told him talk it how you feel

My nigga 2doe going crazy

We got tight because them pills

Knew that nigga yea straight, I never seen him give a deal

Shoutout my nigga Charlie Sosa, all that boy know is slabs

At the stove cooking glass, serve out the front, the side and back

They know Papi love to trap

Your favorite rapper love to cap

Your favorite album that you heard from Pap, recorded in the trap

Ride with a pistol in my lap, don't give a fuck bout going back

I'm in that mode I'm finna black

I get you killed no tit for tat

Neph call me everyday

He like “Pap stop saying that

How you gon’ feel if you in the courtroom

And them crackers start playing that?”

Say what I mean, can't take it back

I don't really give a fuck

They say you and your bitch broke up

No she broke and Papi up

Liz, you pretty as a bitch

Might take you shopping or some shit

This song about my baby brother

You know I just go to popping shit

Aye free 5 out the can