[Intro]
(Aye turn me up JP)
Huh, uh
Uh, Uh
[Verse]
Drive the car ain’t got no brake I’m in Louie with thirty thousand
Got some fine shit out of Dallas, I’m with rollers and the hoodsters
I’m on hybirds no sativas, I’m in the trenches with honorable members
My grandma said “I’m her baby”
My mama know I’m a killer
They say “I look like Melinda”
Turn into Fay when I feel suspicious
Little bro when that “brr” he brr
He jump out the bushes and finish him
My car cost sixty thousand
I’m popping my shit forever
I’m superly overly, overly
I’m him ain’t no nigga over me
Make a bad bitch cook me food
Got a trench bitch boost me a tech
Got a bougie bitch with good credit
Finna make the hoe give me a vet
I sold more dope than my daddy
I know I make my brother proud
In 33 Rochina played me
Ask that bitch “How she like me now”
Lil’ bitch say “Close your mouth”
I got a thirty thousand dollar smile
Your BD asked me to Front him a pound
Broke ass bitch he ain’t in my caliber
We’ll pull up 392 Challenger
You ain’t got all the money then bitch I’ll get back with you
I’m in Haimov with life savings I pour a cup she say “Goodness gracious”
I put a bitch rent in my 2 liter pull up fine shit in a 2 seater
They can’t stop me what they gon’ with me?
Broke that bitch back wish it was two of me
So much Louie they gon’ call me “Louie P”
Walk in Amiri spent twenty on the newest jeans
Baby mama call like “Do you got something for me”
Broke ass bitch if you don’t get the fuck from me
Show bm a thirty and spend it on Baby Z
Teeth hittin “Bling bow” bitch these H8
Broke ass nigga ain’t shit you can tell me
Get hit with this shit nobody coming to help you
We ain’t doing leg shots when we swing that metal
Real made men I’m a hell of a nigga
Nigga I’m a war lord I’m a vet I drop that bag he marked for death
Lil cuz’ say “One day I gotta stop swinging it”
Them niggas play on BK I’m bringing it
Bro get to walking shit down with that ten
Bro died early so I brought him a Benz
A nigga can’t say I ain’t for the men I don’t play board day I’ll aim for chin
I don’t give two fuck about your kid
Once you in this shit you in it
You shouldn’t have did that shit you did I don’t need no help on no bid
Rolling 60’s jack my shit
You don’t like it? Suck my dick
I took an nigga advance and spend that shit in the trenches with all my niggas
I brought Amiri for every nigga around me I got bundles for all the bitches
Walked out of prison eighty thousand
They keep screaming “Papi wildin’”
Ain’t got no license but I’m driving, you’ll be a fool to get behind me
Fine shit get wet whenever I’m smiling
Bitch tryna rip me out my boxers
I wake up reach for the syrup
She wake up get on my nerves
Papi really from the curve
Made a killing in the burbs
Made a fifty off a syrup
That little thick bitch got some curve
Sipping thick shit made me swerve
Jump out that demon what’s the word?
Brought bro home from first and third I’m tryna take us to the finals
Tryna leave this bitch with a dub
That nigga tryna fight with, brody his dumbass might not leave the club
Two ten mills in that book bag
All face shots his shit look bad
My mama say “I’m like my dad”
If you play once I’m on your ass
Known for giving shit the belt
Caught him hit him on his Steps
His mama heard him get shot to death
We boxed him in, we left a mess
His sister hit me with a text
I almost told the bitch “You next”
They say my niggas get messy
We give out ‘spiral trips and stretchers
If you can come and catch us
Bro gon’ jam out whatever
I get the pan, get the grams, then get my man right together
I had my hand out? Never
Put that wham on whoever
He heard that “Blam” shit get deadly
Bitch I’m a man nothing less than
My mama told me that “I’m special”
Abuela tell me I’m “the future” I’ll blow all this shit right now if that nigga play then ima’ shoot him
Little cuz’ say I’m his influence
He say he watch what I be doing
Stick my wrist in the bowl and move it I beat that bitch left right I’m grooving
Selling dope since I was a baby
On the corner where they raised me
My mama cried when I turned eighteen
They thought I died before I was eighteen
I was frying shit at sixteen money came when
I was seventeen
By the time I turned nineteen it was no nigga ahead of me
Run my block like I’m gotti
He got shot cause he tried me
They know me as little “YR”
Nowadays they call me “Papi”
Fine shit say I’m cocky
Shut the fuck up bitch and top me if you need it bitch I got it
It get convenient for the shoppers bitch I grew up with the mobsters the killers and the robbers
Whole bunch of rude boys we some motherfucking shottas