Rx Papi - QuiccDraw lyrics

[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