[Intro]

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[Verse]

Walk in this bitch like Monta Ellis

Don't nothin' but steppers step in my section

Cuz like ya necklace, leave him neckless

We up that Glick, no second guessin'

He can run all he want, this bitch'll catch him

Kick in the trap like David Beckham

This beat go harder than a fuck

I'm high right now, booted as fuck

My bitch say I'm sexier than Lil Baby

Said she wanna be like Jayda and Lil Baby

Whip my wrist in a bowl, I go crazy

This a Glock 17, not a .380

I'm the real Dominique, I'm a speed racer

Sign on my trap say, "I need paper"

Scratch off on a nigga, see me later

Ain't nothin' free in life, no free favors

I want a house so big, can't see neighbors

Nigga, I need more than three acres

I smoke top shelf, еxtreme flavors

Ain't nothin' on my jacket but a Suprеme label

They say Pap got the bag, started goin crazy

Looked out for my bro and my old lady

I'm the one with the Glock, Tracy Mcgrady

Auntie said the work taste like turkey gravy

Glock on me same size a big baby

My bitch throw a fit like a big baby

I walk in the trap like Gervonta Davis

Beat the shit out the pot, lock the work and shave it

I pop a Perc when my heart racin'

Everybody got sticks like we in the Navy

Doin one-thirty on the dash, one-eighty

I'm icier than a ice skater, skatin' on glaciers

Auntie walk in the trap like, "Goodness gracious"

I told her shut the fuck up and have some patience

'Cause if you want bullshit then go down the street

Other than that, get the fuck from 'round me

I'm cookin' work in a pan like ground beef

In the circus, you belong where the clowns be

Take my hoodie off, I look like Mr T

I light the whole house up like Christmas Eve

I don't like lollipops, I stay sucke-free

He know damn well he can't fuck with me

I hit for seven, but I'm tuckin' three

Still posted up where the cluckers be

Wake up out my sleep and my phone beep

Auntie, "Where you at or where you gon' be?"

She said, "Pap, don't bullshit me this time

Is you really gon' pull up on me?"

I said, "Hell yeah, auntie, I'm gettin' up right now"

She said, "Mmhmm, yeah we gon' see"

I looked down at my wrist, then it blind me

My shit hittin' hard, nigga, times three

Jumped in the car, doin' high speeds

Sippin Wock', smoking divine weed

My bitch sunbathe by the palm trees

I'm wearing Palms Angels in palm springs

In the palm of my hand its a ningding

Up that bitch and do a clean sweep

Nigga, I walk in this bitch like Chief Keef

I came in the game with more money than Chief Keef

They say Pap can't die, I'm Lil Reese

I feel like Ballout in 2016

Every time they see me they say, "Pap, ya clean"

I slide in this bitch with a gangster lean

Baby Drac' with a hundred round drum

Filled with 5.56s, with a beam

Up this bitch, take 'em off the scene

Real Rx, get the fuck from me