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rx papi - red light freestyle lyrics

[intro]
hrr
yeah, yeah

[verse]
jump straight out the car, go to shooting it up
johnny cage, shades on, booted as f_ck
lil’ cuz [?] from the cut
just a lil’ bit of ice with a deuce in the cup
got a glock in my amiris why i’m walking like that
put the glock in your face, why you talkin’ like that?
i ain’t tellin’ no n_gga i’ll be right back
up the stick broad_day, leave him where he at
get geeked on rp back_to_back
back_to_back and back_to_back
we spin blocks, leave n_ggas flat
back_to_back, back_to_back
you remember what happened infront of that store
had his baby, but i still tried to k!ll a boy
we ain’t religious, we send n_ggas up to god
i’m alone with my g’, i like sitting in the dark
i’m good with that rock likе chris paul
i go to clutching it when i get p_ssed off
i don’t rеally care what you do, just think smart
uppin’ that knock broad_day, put the flame on
they like to play games, n_gga, then let’s ball
i got a n_gga rap deal on my left arm
i’m throwing them long in the field like [?]
cheffin’ in dior, now watch how i step on ’em
knife in my hand while i’m making my next call
we make a n_gga top step on and step off
i got that sh_t on me, n_gga, you know it
i’on’t care ’bout these hoes ’cause these b_tches be goin’ (hrr)
came out the hole on my own
he don’t know me, so i told the n_gga “call me ramone”
pull up and see me, don’t call my phone
bad paranoia, think them people on me
brown skin b_tch look like pocahontas
keep it real with my dawg, but i lie to your honor
caught a brick in the house, tryna hide from my momma
i’m a real deal trapper, i ain’t takin’ consignment
isometric with the glock, come thru, then we line him
real mob boss, n_gga, i walk in behind
when i get in the car don’t be sittin’ behind me
i grew up rough, f_cked up and violent
i ain’t know how to read, but i knew how to rob
if i knew one thing it wasn’t gettin’ a job
my mom used to look at me like i’m a problem
now when she need me she know she can call me
she told me “stay focused, don’t worry ’bout that other sh_t”
she know i jump out cars broad_day gunnin’ sh_t
when i got shot she tried keepin’ me in the house
i can heal by my own, grab my gun and i’m out
my bro’ movin’ funny, i’m starting not to trust him
mind playin’ tricks on me, i’m starting not to love him
keep poppin’ narcotics to stay out my feelings
i’m real deal [?], play with me, i’ll k!ll him
i ain’t on no bullsh_t, this just how i feel
’cause i’m all alone when i’m in the field
it’s a lot on my dome, i’m tired as sh_t
before you lie to me, n_gga, lie to yo’ b_tch
i’ma keep it real, no matter what
baby momma really movin’ funny as f_ck
i think she be thinkin’ ’bout linin’ me up
i pull up to her crib with the fye by my gut
i feel like a mad man, i’m on the edge
woo on my body, it play with my head
look in the mirror, see n_ggas who dead (hrr)
when sh_t get bad, i’ma know what to do
get shot off rip when you go with your move
chapo play it left, he roll with me too
they broke the code, they never followed the rules
these n_ggas really don’t be on nun’ of that
spun blocks, had n_ggas runnin’ laps
they caught one to the head, y’all can’t get ’em back
[?] got whacked for doin’ all that rap_cap
stop me when i’m lyin’
hundred_round drum, n_gga, we won’t stop ’til they die
most of these n_ggas die over they pride
big dawg, n_gga, i ain’t lettin’ sh_t slide
you say what you want but i’m him
cuz 6’3 totin’ a stick big as him
6_deuce in the pot, make it jump out the rim
cuz get to pushin’ on the b_tton, n_gga, you trippin’
i walked in, b_tches like “d_mn, he trim”
i said it one time, won’t say it again
shoot you in your sh_t, let loose on your man
do a trick with the glock like david blaine
i got a lil’ money but i stayed the same
air it out broad_day, b_tch, my name is my name
i’on know what he on, he ain’t come with the gang
this a big_body foreign, hard to stay in the lane
in the middle of the winter, make you feel the flame
ate a percocet, d_mn, i can’t remember my name
i’m smokin’ that shh, cuz totin’ that shh
when we shoot all neck, score sound like “cshh, cshh, cshh”
i’m chris paul with the rock
i feel like desperado when i got the glock
kick a n_gga off the corner, i feel like my pops
i’on talk, as soon as i see him he shot
when i’m in the kitchen i’m cookin’ the raw
stick big as sh_t, no, this not a [?]
hurt a broke n_gga feelings, tell him sh_t that i bought
auntie in the kitchen like [?]
car too fast, we’ll never get caught
she asked me to change, i’m forever a dawg
abuela pray for me, she know what i’m on
i’m totin’ that cutter like i’m mowin’ the lawn
[?] called me on the federal phone
bring the fye with you, n_gga, why you left it at home?
i wake up thinking i’m christopher walken
i’d spend all my money to see lil’ chris walkin’
walking dead on my block, it ain’t nun’ but zombies
ain’t a diamond in the dirt, i grew up in the concrete
codeine through my veins every time my heart beat
circle the block twice and double park it
cuz you sure ain’t n0body saw us?
[outro]
pshh, pshh
pshh, pshh, pshh pshh pshh
pshh pshh, pshh pshh, pshh, pshh
pshh pshh, pshh, pshh

- rx papi

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