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[intro]
(ayo, saint)
yeah
you can’t f_ck with me, dawg

[verse]
i pull up in something loud and it’s too quick
bounce out broad_day, shoot sh_t
spend a rap deal on a new kit
i don’t f_ck with you, you p_ssy, told ’em wear it if the shoe fit
i’m balling on these n_ggas, they wanna see me on the bench
cuz swing that drac’ back and forth, somebody gettin’ hit
he searching high and low for his hoe, she probably on my d_ck
i’m in the middle of the projects so i’m like jay with the stick
ain’t no n_gga doing nothing
they heard _grr, grr, grr_, all i do is push a b_tton
i put that pistol on you fast
my youngins strip you for that cash
i cut the lane and hit the gas, think the troopers kiss my ass
papi on that bullsh_t
i don’t want to hear that bullsh_t
all your jewelry bullsh_t
.223s, that’s bullsh_t
we spin your block, don’t go to hidin’
you’d think the floor wet way we slide
drop my name in a diss, i guarantee somebody die
nope, i don’t got no deal
yup, i sell dope still
he thought he was low behind the tint, then we shot through the windshield
my left wrist a big deal
ho keep blowing up my phone, i had to tell her “b_tch, chill”
i brought my pistol on a date, she don’t know this sh_t real
they tryna take me out my element
they ain’t f_cking with me
you can’t name a n_gga i ain’t better than
n_gga, i’m god on my block, youngins protect me like the president
you call my phone but it ain’t about no cash so therefore its irrelevant
n_ggas buying thousand dollar jeans with no money in them
wilt chamberlain whole block n_gga, we put a hundred in ’em
i keep my glock glued to my waist, i ain’t gotta run and get it
a n_gga drop my name in a diss, it’s lit, b_tch, i’m coming with it
fat pocket franky
auntie get a sack and thank me
i’m that n_gga who you can’t be
yo bm mad that you ain’t me
diamonds hittin’, shine in hd
g_lock do not come with safety
momma telling me be safe, she know half the city hate me
know i ride with it on my lap
your man died six months ago and you ain’t slide yet
how you go to sleep at night? i know that’s hard to digest
[intermission]
there still more of the beat?
‘ight cool, i ain’t done anyway

[verse]
head tapped him in the car, they did his dumb ass like calvin
had to tell lil’ brody chill, ’cause his lil’ young ass always wildin’
he don’t give a f_ck about my music, talk ’bout bs, he get excited
we bounce out vs, we covered in skis to try to keep us from indictments
n_ggas gonna respect this sh_t, i dont give a f_ck if they don’t like us
n_gga, it’ll be a thousand years before you see other n_ggas like us
rob thirty thousand in a striker
me and lil’ broski just coolin’
i ain’t worried bout the stick overheating ’cause this b_tch came with a cooler
put that sh_t on, throw my kit on, i feel like sl!ck l!ck the ruler

[outro]
n_ggas can’t f_ck with me, dawg

- rx papi

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