[Intro]
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The Real DrugRixh
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[Verse]
Walk in this bitch like PeeWee Longway
Fast as shit in my Audi A7
I'm Mel Gibson with a lethal weapon
Better watch where the fuck you stepping
Leave them dead at the intersection
Shoot first, we don't ask questions
Wake up early in the morning, grab a glick out the dresser
I ain't talkin bout a workout when I say I'll stretch you
Pop percs back to back, deal with depression
Hard times call for drastic measures
Shit can go left any given second
If it don't feel right then get to stepping
Go with your gut, don't sеcond guess it
Sipping on lean evеryday, I'm stressing
Lil cuz telling me I can do better
He ain't did what I did, he don't know no better
I get to that pot with a vendetta
I beat that bitch and scrape the extra
Auntie told me "Boy, you special"
She only saying that so I could bless her
Stains on my shirt, it get messy
Fuck Chef Boyardee, Pap way better
When I'm at the stove, I'm Mayweather
I'm high as hell, still trying to get it together
I will slap the shit out of whoever
I will slap the shit out of your mommy and daddy
I will slap the shit out of your mama's mama
Slap the shit out of whoever want a problem
You know how many times I heard they was gone rob me
Got a big ass glick, not no revolver
Up this bitch if it's any problems
Your best bet is better get to walking
Niggas be doing all that barking
Hauling ass when they hear me sparking
You a dirty ass nigga like Sparky
Double park the Audi when I'm parking
My wrist dumb as fuck like Darryl Dawkins
I'm really in the field like Atlanta Falcons
Talking sideways get your jaw hit
Glock 22 where my drawers is
About 2 G's in my closet
Bunch of BB Simons and Robins
Before Pop Smoke, I was flossing
Dead fresh, like I'm in a coffin
If it ain't about money, then why we talking
How the hell you get my number, why you even call me
Long as I cook work, I'm good regardless
I don't give a fuck about labels calling
When I'm at the stove, I put my heart in it
That's when a nigga really go the hardest
Jump up out my sleep when the money calling
Cinderella looking at me like I'm retarded
She like "Nigga where you going, It's 3 in the morning"
I don't care what time it was baby, I'm on it
Bankroll full of 50s and 100s
Feel like Birdman, the way I'm stunting