[Intro: RX Papi]
Yeah, real RX
(Brainstorm when crazy on the beat!)
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real RX, real RX, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real RX, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook: RX Papi]
I touched down in her city, like "Where it's litty at?"
I need five hundred pills, can you get me that?
I ain't no middleman, I won't go tit for tat
He said it's what? Type of shit is that?
I don't wanna smoke that shit
I smoke you and all them niggas who you rolling with
If you don't fuck with me or my brother, then you can smoke a dick
Glock Forty-Fifth, and it's loaded bitch
I'll blow this bitch
You got a pint for sho', nigga you better po' that bitch
[Verse: RX Papi]
I fucked that bitch and got the throat, I don't even know that bitch
I got twenty thousand on me, I'm gonn' show it bitch
I got twenty thousand on me, I won't blow it bitch
I ain't got no cape, can't save no hoe, I ain't heroic bitch
You better know it bitch, a hood poet bitch
A dope talker bitch, a dope seller bitch
And if you need help with it, I'll help ya bitch
For some extras bitch
I scrape the side of the pot and get some extras bitch
They like "Damn, what you spent on your necklace bitch?"
I told that nigga "More than you spend on your neck and wrist"
They like "Damn Pap, you always fresh as shit"
Ain't never like school, so don't test me bitch
I ain't with that other shit, ain't with that soft shit
Ain't with that fraud shit, bitch I got that dog shit
[Verse: RXKNephew]
Ay, yeah
Left pocket like Lil Reese
White 1's look like Debbie made it
I didn't make no graduation
Bought new chain, I'm glad they hating
Speedbumps on me like Lil Reese
Bags look like they Lil Reese
Got more swag than GBE
Never bumped no CTE
I know they ain't believe in me
1's fresh like zucchinis be
My sweater look like hybrid fruit
I'mma do what Tyson'd do
Walk in that bitch, I ain't taking a L
Bought her eggs, she ain't getting Chanel
Eddie Guerrero, beat you with a chair
Frog splash on a pack just to stretch it
My wrist in the pot be hands on
Back the fuck up, I'm recording a song
Stiffarm a bitch, give me a minute
No matter where I'm at, ETA five minutes
Bobby Brown in his prime when I'm in it
Bitch on more coke, than Whitney
I don't want the coke, it ain't sticky
Thirty like Chip Skylark singing to Vicky
Hundred ratchet bitches like I'm DMX
It's below zero, I'm still sweating
Don't ask me to quickdraw, 'cause I'll kill you
Got a lil Henny to lift my mood
Swing from the tree with the Glock like Boots
Kick a deuce in my wheat Timb boots
Don't take you on a ride like Superman do
Unc got withdraws, I got 'em too
[Hook: RX Papi]
I touched down in her city, like "Where it's litty at?"
I need five hundred pills, can you get me that?
I ain't no middleman, I won't go tit for tat
He said it's what? Type of shit is that?
I don't wanna smoke that shit
I smoke you and all them niggas who you rolling with
If you don't fuck with me or my brother, then you can smoke a dick
Glock Forty-Fifth, and it's loaded bitch
I'll blow this bitch
You got a pint for sho', nigga you better po' that bitch