[Intro]
Don't play with him
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Chapo
Real RX
[Verse]
Close the door when you walk in the trap
Ten toes, I'mma stay down for the bag
Cartier, yeah, you don't cost more than a jack
It's five in the morning, aunty want her a slab
Fuck a bitch like a dog then call her a cab
Tryna walk out the trap, stove calling me back
Bitch calling me Papi, she know I ain't her dad
Every outfit match my money rag
He ran off with a couple bags
Better keep running and run fast
Shooter shoot bullets like Donovan McNabb
They tell me I'm crazy, it's all in my head
If it was up to me, I'd have 'em all dead
I really don't trust nobody at all
My Glock in my hand when my back on the wall
Crodie came home, I gave him dog
Real dope boy, I play the raw
Hit a thirty one with the one-two flim flam
I've been in the game, I cannot be the sixth man
Glock going off like Detroit Pistons
That nigga talk trap shit but it's fiction
Trunk dirty as shit when I'm riding
Gun in my lap, it don't got a license
Bitch keep calling, want money and shit
I press decline, I got money to get
He playing with the work like it's funny and shit
He got shot in the head while his son was with him
Who the fuck is dude, and who brung the nigga?
Like racist crackers, beat him and hung the nigga
I ain't making beats, put the drum on niggas
You in the paint, I Tim Dunc' you niggas
Ever since a kid, brodie I'm abusing the Percs
Don't play with no nigga, I'm shooting him first
My mom keep begging to put down the cup
I'm fresh as the fuck but in love with the mud
They couldn't imagine what I done
Nigga hate all they want but they know I'm the one
It ain't one place I won't go with my gun
It's money on my head but I don't give a fuck
Feels like the walls closing in, I got guns but so do them
My money way longer his, just check the score, I'm ten for ten
When your man got hit, bet you know who did it
I don't know why you acting like you on get back
I hate when niggas talk like they wit' that
They know damn well they ain't wit' that
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