[Intro]

Wavier than a [?], the wavy man

Nigga, I got a better car, I got better songs

I look better, I got more bitches, nigga

I just live better than you, nigga

I'm the best, nigga, you niggas sittin' around at the gym

You niggas…

[Verse]

So icey slither, jump out the Audi

If it ain't 'bout money, then don't call me

When I get on them Percs I feel nauseous

Real slithery nigga, so move with caution

In the blink of an eye, I up and rob you

Got flip for the junkies like Craig Mack

They know Papi fifties B-I-G

Auntie don't need one, let me lеave

You did four on a row, baby, take it easy

Can't afford for you to bе in here ODin'

I'll rob a nigga for no damn reason

Had five bands on me, I ain't even need it

Hood nigga, I like my noodles with Cheese Itz’

Got a belt cookin' dope, I'm undefeated

7.62s will flip your beamer

My wrist spin like Hurricane Katrina

Stove always there every time I need it

I'm still hearin' voices but I never see 'em

You can't make this shit up, they think I'm tweakin'

Can't leave the game alone, Unc' and Auntie need me

I remember when I went OT for a weekend

A hundred missed calls 'cause they ain't see me

They know I show love, I don't do 'em greasy

When this shit lock up, it's hard as cement

Keep the Glock [?], I know they schemin'

If you run up on me, I'ma say cheese you

I gotta stop poppin' Percs but I really need 'em

Two 30s back-to-back, Papi, take it easy

I'll punch the fuck outta a nigga

Put my Timbs on, stomp the fuck outta a nigga

Backhand slap the fuck out your sister

Papi diagnosis, Slithery syndrome

Keep me the fuck out of your mentions

Niggas rappin' about street shit but never did it

Real street nigga with a bankroll

Long live street money, bankroll

Wake up in the mornin', feel like Shawty Lo

Cheatin' on my bitch with the stove

I'm strapped the fuck up, G.I. Joe

These niggas move just like CB4

They want me dead, they wanna see me broke

I feel like Boosie on death row

I'm 50 Cent, you Fat Joe

Junkies come to the backdoor

I do not wear no goddamn Yeezys

I pray to a money rag, not Jesus

I picked up a Bible but didn't read it

I just need the papers to roll my weed in

Abuela said I act just like a demon

The words you speak, you better mean it

So icey slither, I'm not anemic

I know you say you trap, I just don't believe it

I'm the real Killa Cam, I really mean it

Auntie like, "Papi, I really need it"

When you talkin' to me, watch how you speakin'

I dove headfirst straight to the deep end

5.56s break down your defense

I don't care what happen as long as we win

If we talkin' about money, then count me in

Neph and the stove my only friends