[Intro]

The Real Drugrixh

[Verse]

Auntie call me and I'll be there in a hurry

Got that stick on my lap bitch, a stick in the car, OD, paranoid and nervous

My mama beg me everyday, say "Baby please stop taking perkies"

I been going through some things but that shit don't show on the surface

I get high sometimes, look in the mirror and scream out bloody murder

He had that bag and blessed his partners

2 days later they found him murdered

Don't give a fuck 'bout where you at

If your money good then I'mma serve you

She ain't fuck with mе when I was on a bike

Now she wanna suck mе up 'cause I'm in a foreign

Gotta sit sideways, sitting on Forgi's

Jump out with that stick, grrt-bow, we scorin'

They say when it rain, it's pouring

Jump in the kitchen and start performing

Use the stove or the George Foreman

For that bullshit I ain't goin'

Stick on my lap broad day, it's showing

Booted as fuck bitch, you should know it

Her pussy wet, I swear I'm floating

I kill it from the back everytime I'm stroking

Rip you out your shirt, feel like Hulk Hogan

Phone going off 3:05 in the morning

Unc on the line, he up, he on it

Told him "Give me 10 minutes, I'll be there, I'm coming"

I'm looking for my pants tryna slide in a hurry

Baby like "Damn, you don't even wanna fuck me"

Hit the E-way doing over 100

Yeah I love you baby, not as much as the money

Where would I be if it wasn't for junkies

Sitting in the trap, I'mma make sure it's comfy

I'm off a perc right now, I'm bussin

Shoot a nigga dead in his shit like it's nothing

I'm a real dopeboy, you can't trick me with nothing

I'm the real Master P, I'm a certified hustler

Pull up in a Q8, it look like a tank

Tear the roof, on fire, I feel like Lloyd Banks

Wish a nigga would tell me what I ain't

I brought my shoeboxes into the bank

When you jump off the porch best stay in your lane

Slap the shit out you for saying my name

Go play in a fire 'fore you play with the gang

Once I get on your ass, I ain't saying a thing

Hit him in the chest, in his neck and his brain

If he play he get left and get stretched for his chain

I used to trap with my glick in the rain

When the block get slumped, tryna catch me a stain

Booted as fuck with a lot on my brain

5.56 knock you out of your frame

Can't get no do-over 'cause life ain't a game

Really been through some shit, me and dude ain't the same