[Intro: Rx Papi]

Yuh, DawgShit Records (DawgShit Records, that's how we gonn' play it nigga, that's how I'm playing it nigga)

RealRX

[Verse 1: Rx Papi]

Who the fuck lied and said dope don't sell?

I take a hundred thousand dollars and I bet it on myself

Got a big ass .50 Cal, by my motherfucking belt

I always say I'mma leave the trap, but ain't no way they gonn' let me

He sold a bitch a pressed Perc' and caught a body off the fetty

My man's told me "Pap, I thought yo ass gonn' rob me when you met me"

Move like Lucky Luciano, bitch but Papi Lucky Lefty

I got work for you, I got Percs for you

I got shirts for you, whichever gonn' work for you

But when you working with the work, just make it work for you

Put a bitch baby daddy in the spot and make him work for you

I'm not gonn' be the last one, and damn sure ain't the first to do it

Let a nigga act like he crazy if he want, I'mma be the first to shoot him

I'm Soulja Boy with the gang, come to this Drac', I'm the first one to use it

The Glock hit, it chop shit, it drop shit, then I go rerock shit

I got the keys, the keys, the keys, like a locksmith

My bitch want Chanel, double C's, and D, and G, she ain't no thot bitch

SRT how I speed on RPD, they not gonn' stop shit

Backwood with moon rock in it, bitch I'm high as the cockpit

Yo' OG need his fucking ass beat, 'cause you what that nigga made

They call me everyday with death threats, but I don't let it phase me

My momma said I should stay in the house, being outside, I'mma get killed

I told her "You can die from a bullet, shit or you can die from a pressed pill"

I used to wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout my next meal

I used to catch licks in the morning, thinking 'bout my next bill

I used to serve aunty in the morning, thinking 'bout my next deal

Had a bitch that worked at MetroPCS, she pay my phone bill

And anytime you need Pap, you know I'm coming on time

If you ain't talking money, don't be talking on my phone line

We gonn' take no shortcuts, we gonn' stay down, and we gonn' grind

DawgShit Records

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]

Broke bitch keep popping hella shit, I ain't got time for it

Stuff the macs in the blender and grab a spoon from the side drawer

Baby bottle filled up with a two times four

Like uncut dope, bitch, Pap too raw

Walk in this bitch like WB Rahlo, like "Motherfuck a bitch!"

They say "Papi, you be turnt up on that Daisy Lane shit"

I'mma keep it a band with you, I don't even know where Daisy Lane is

They put a mickey in cuz drank and he ain't been the same since

When I get my daisy, bitch, I want my shit all gold

Real RX nigga, pull up with the truckload

I get funds in every state, I bring guns to every state

I'mma pop my motherfucking shit and I'mma keep putting in they face

Saw my opp earlier today, you should have seen his fucking face

Quickdraw McGraw with the Glock, hit yo' face

Run fast as Usain, you will not get away

You talking too fast, I don't know what you saying

I put that stick on a nigga for playing

What the fuck make you think you finna get a deal from me?

You ain't got the script with it, then I can't buy no pill from you

I sold real drugs, me and my brother both made real money

So play with me if you want, and watch how fast he kill for me

I get love in my hood, and to this day they still love me

[Verse 3: RXKNephew]

Keep crying, won't get what you want

With this [?], this ain't no fun

We bought the back and bought the front

I look like modern day Jemima

I'm on the bean, this ain't no erky

My bitch so bad, I don't deserve her

I trap so much, I had to curve her

Play with that water, Timmy Turner

Gotta dip with the bag, like "Gimme some"

Don't go that way, they got plenty guns

All that talk, they ain't did none

Opps broke as a bitch, Glock fix 'em up

For bigger niggas, got bigger guns

Yo' partners, they ain't hitting none

You on your ass, go getchu some

I pray to that money like a ritual

Pardon me, I got shit to do

So damn fast, that glick on you

Beat up that bitch with one-two combo

Rocket on me, I walk in like Rondo

Grind for this shit, I cannot be a sponsor

Get to the point, I'm not with the talking

Outside his house with the Glock and stalk him

Yuh

Real drug dealer, eight hour drives for this shit

Beam on a hoe, I'm not 'bout to miss

Bodybag him like Hershey Kiss

Don't wanna hear no sneak diss

Twenty different states, one year

Big Neph got licks like Spectrum

Big Neph got licks like Frontier

I don't want anything, keep your offer

Fly to Miami, swim with the dolphins

You not in the loop, stop talking

Newwwww, Glock [?]

I get love when I slide through VA

Traffic the work when I slide through PA

Live my life like San Andreas CJ

Empty the Glock, put that bitch on replay

Not with the he say, not with the she say

Opps. where? Spin they block like a DJ

Little ass Glock, take out the PJ's

Yuh, yuh

(Aye, aye, yuh)