[Intro]

Papi, what you doing? What the fuck are you doing, Papi?

Yeah

Papi, get out the studio, Papi, you really think you gon' be a rapper?

Yeah, yeah

You ain’t no motherfucking rapper, nigga

Drugrixh

You gon' sell drugs for the rest of your life, you ain't never gon’ be something

Drugrixh

[?], you ain't never gon' be shit, you sell dope, rob shit, stop [?]

Papi, you supposed to be cooking crack right now, Papi, go scam a bitch

[Verse 1]

Shoot up your house and rob your sister

Narc's in the hood posting my picture

Pack my shit, it's time to get missing

I can't afford another sentence

Grandma tryna read me a scripture

I'm waiting on auntie prescriptions

Hard head make a soft ass, I don't listen

I don't fuck with too many, so I keep my distance

I'm in that paint, Detroit Pistons

Pistol so big, bitch got me limpin’

Glock ventuno with a long nose on that motherfucker, look like Scottie Pippen

Cook a 31, less than twenty minutes

Rap my real life, bitch, this not a gimmick

Serve every junkie, don’t miss a penny

Only pussy niggas gon' get offended

I put cameras in a A7 fender

This a Audi, this not a Fisker

She ain’t wanna fuck 'til I stuck my wrist up

I ain't had money, I had to get some

She ain't give me head, so I dismissed her

Dropped her off and picked up her sister

Ask ’bout Papi, I'm that nigga

I ain't shit like these rap niggas

This all facts, it ain't no cap in it

I'm in that Audi, leaning back in it

Tried to leave the pot alone, jumped back in it

I'm in that water, I ain't catfishing

I like my hoes when they not too sadity

Auntie call me, I'm coming quicker

When she shop she don't buy shit less than fifty

I'm on my way, give me seven minutes

[Intermission]

[?]

[Verse 2]

My bitch told me I should get some sleep

Junkies call, can't miss a beat

5.56s take you off your feet

Still cook noodles when I wanna eat

Real street nigga and I move discreet

Glock ventuno tucked in my sheet

Shit ain't easy, damn sure ain't cheap

Pack land, I'ma serve junkies all week

Beat up the pot, Sugar Ray Papi

When I'm on the stove [?]

Cooked a deuce in seven minutes, couldn't believe it

Nigga, you had to be there to see it

When the work act up I beat it

Auntie sick, I'ma give her her treatment

She call me like "Papi, I need it"

She scratching bad, I can tell she geekin'

You play with my money, won't do no speaking

Paramedics scoop your brains off the cement

Keep my mouth closed, I ain't see shit

Said he caught a body, I don't believe it

Slithery nigga, all I hang with is creatures

Think they seen an UFO, Audi speeding

Shoot you in your shit, just give me a reason

And I don't wanna hear all that begging and pleading

You can call Allah and Jesus

They ain't gon' save you when I get to squeezing

Your ass on the ground gasping and wheezing

Your man ain't help you, left you there bleeding

Super slithery, shiesty and greedy

[Outro]

Papi, get the fuck out the fucking studio, Papi