[Intro]

Yuh

Color Plus

[Verse]

Real Drugrixh, what you thought?

Glick to his head, show me the vault

They hatin' on me, that ain't my fault

Grr, knock his head off

You not a plug, then you not no boss

Yoom, got a lick, swerve off

Boom, dreads everywhere

Pull up on me? A nigga wouldn't dare

Bitch, I am not changin'

Nigga said he wanted smoke, we can make arrangements

Thirty clip sound like Barry White when it's singin'

I look like Slick Rick with four gold rings

I look like Mad Max with them dirty things

I put that beam on it, she a purty thing

All that damn sneak dissin', I ain't seen a thing

Fa-fa-fa, fi-fi-boom, drac' beat his brain

I walk off in that bitch, yeah, I'm fresh as fuck, yeah

I see a opp in here, we gon' shoot it up, yeah

All that goddamn yappin', they ain't did nothin' yet

Nephew got grams on you? Hell yeah

Nephew got that thirty on you? Hell yeah

Grr-grr-grr-grr-grr, make a opp disappear

Frames on my face, I can see the haters clear

Dropped my price down, now the jays everywhere

I'm Slimesito with the dirty Moncler

Do a drive by shooting out a dirty Moncler

Don't comparin' me to him, my mind was not there

When I landed in LA, they thought Pac was there

Nephew got drugs on you? Hell yeah

Nephew think they cloned Kodak Black? Hell yeah

Do Blake Money smoke K2? Hell yeah

I got a lick, I gotta go, hell yeah

[Outro]

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Hell yeah

Got the drac'? Hell yeah

Nephew got the scale with you? Hell yeah

Nephew got that thirty with you? Hell yeah

Yuh, hell yeah

RXK

Yuh, yuh, hell yeah