[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Real Rx
Yeah
[Chorus]
Glock co*ked with one in the head
My b*tch said, "Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a ni**a who dead
Percocet pills startin' to fu*k with my head
I walked in like Big Belly Fred
It was what it was and it is what it is
My opps ain't never on ten
QuiccDraw McGraw when I'm grippin' that stick (Real Rx)
[Verse 1]
I pulled up with the Glock in my hand
Sticked the fu*k up, hundred shots in advance
You get one fair warning, you can die in advance
You ridin' with your man? You gon' die with your man
b*tch ass ni**a, you know what it is
Get shot in your gut, now you're holdin' your rib
He ran and he still tried holdin' 'em in
He got boxеd in the corner, we closin' it in
Thеy don't never get money, we ain't goin' with them
I'ma speak how I feel, I ain't holdin' it in
Up the Glock on a b*tch, there it go with the wind
I ain't settlin' for less, I'ma go for the win
Sticked up, b*tch, they know how I move
I don't wanna talk, I'ma up it and shoot
Pap walk in like he off the [?]
Nine times out of ten, I'm on [?]
Fresh as fu*k, down to the boot
Glock got thirty rounds in it, too
Run down on you with your boo
[?], get you shot in your coupe
Walk in this b*tch like Biggs and Wayne
Walked in and I'm leavin' with every chain
A ni**a dumb enough to reach for these chains?
His ass gettin' hit with everything
I'll put that on everything
Up this Glock and fu*kin' bang
Like a dead cell phone, let it ring
I walk in this b*tch like the real Hank Hill
Can't really feel nothin' 'cause I'm on pain pills
Better make sure my drink don't spill
Don't touch nothin', sit back, be still
These ni**as move like Ezhel
[Chorus]
Glock co*ked with one in the head
My b*tch said, "Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a ni**a who dead
Percocet pills startin' to fu*k with my head
I walked in like Big Belly Fred
It was what it was and it is what it is
My opps ain't never on ten
QuiccDraw McGraw when I'm grippin' that stick
[Verse 2]
Walked in on a K 23 and a RP 7.5
b*tch, play with Pap and I'm uppin' that fire
Baby Draco sound like, "Fa, fa, fa"
Fa fa f-fa fa fa fa fa!
Whole hood love me 'cause I'm that guy
b*tch, play with my money, they ain't gon' think twice
5.56 hit a b*tch in the eyes
5.56 flip the sh*t out your ride
They say, "Don't trust Papi 'cause the ni**a connivin'!"
These ni**as move like Mekhi Phifer
I drive the Audi like a Dodge Viper
I'll whoop your ass, but I don't got time to fight ya
Glock blacker than Brian McKnight was
I walk down like Brad Pitt on Fight Club
If they doin' pills, then we in the right club
I sell cocaine in all the white clubs
Joe Biden'd be a good-ass lick
Whoever served Paris Hilton gotta be rich
If it's one thing that b*tch can do, it's sniff
b*tch hit this, she gon' be hooked
I'll give a b*tch heron and tell her it's coke
No grown man should be drivin' a boat
Ain't nobody pourin' sh*t down my throat
That sh*t look suspect and mad funny
These ni**as move like crash dummies
Spanish auntie bump Bad Bunny
They say Papi move like he from Spanish Harlem
It don't matter where you put me, I'm good regardless
These ni**as move like French Montana
I'm reachin' for my gun before I reach for a camera
Up the Glock and then cause damage
He seen the Glock and the ni**a panicked
[Chorus]
Glock co*ked with one in the head
My b*tch said, "Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a ni**a who dead
Percocet pills startin' to fu*k with my head
I walked in like Big Belly Fred
It was what it was and it is what it is
My opps ain't never on ten
QuiccDraw McGraw when I'm grippin' that stick