[Intro]
Dunder Mifflin, this is Jordan France
Yeah, real Rx
[Verse]
I'll walk in this bitch like Southside Mike
Take a thirty-milligram, I'll be high all night
Thirty rounds in the Glock, I do not wanna fight
Up this glick and end a nigga night
Auntie hit the work, she sing like Betty White
Glock go off, JJ Dynomite
High as shit, Napoleon Dynamite
Four O's in the front? Then it's just my type
Walk in this bitch and buy what I like
Iceberg Slim on a nigga wife
I'll walk in this bitch like Steve-O
The roxy kicked in, leave me 'lone
This a Chrome Heart hoodie, this is not VLONE
They ask me every day, "What the fuck you on?"
Pick up my phone, like, "What the fuck you want?"
Slide through the block, like, "What the fuck goin' on?"
They like, "Pap, what the fuck?"
I dare a nigga to try his fuckin' luck
They gon' hogtie your grandma for us
Them niggas bitch, I'm not with them
I walked in this bitch like the lone wolf
Thinkin' 'bout which nigga I'm gon' joog
Bitch, I'm Young Scooter when it come to joogin'
The Migos I know don't wear Versace
They ain't trappin' out no fuckin' bando
They in the foreign, playin' a banjo
Wearin' sombreros, totin' Dracos
I walk in this bitch like [?]
That nigga don't trap, it's an illusion
I will up the glick for all confusion
Tell that opp nigga to suck dick!
I leave out this bitch like Bill Russell
I don't need muscles relaxers for muscles
I take a Perc and relax my muscles
My pocket gets fatter than Mrs. Puff!
Broke ass niggas finna miss the bus!
Jump out the Audi and shoot shit up!
Don't give a fuck if you my brother or cousin!
A nigga cross that line with me, I'm gunnin'!
Feel like Wayne when he told Max "Dump"
Walk in this bitch like Ox from Belly
I love when my bitch rub on my belly
She said, "You've been skinny since the day you met me"
"I'm not callin' you 'Big Belly Freddy'"
These niggas move like [?]
Let's get one motherfuckin' thing clear
I don't know magic or Santeria
But with this Drake, I'll make you disappear
Boy, this beat harder than a bitch!
In the booth, goin' retarded in this bitch!
I ain't even got time to smoke my spliff!
'Cause back to back, I'm talkin' shit!
My mama told me, "Baby, you the one!"
"Don't let these niggas confuse you for none!"
You damn right I'm my mama's first son
She know goddamn well I'm a thug
I'll still walk in her house with guns
She got a license for legal guns
My mama got two .40s in her purse!
Broad daylight, hit a bitch where it hurt!
I'll whip your head like Curtis Jack'
I'll whip your fuckin' head with a MAC
I'll whip your fuckin' head back-to-back
Whip your fuckin' head until it crack
Then tell your bitch ass, "Go get your dad"
I'll be right here when his ass get back!