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[intro: excerpt from “snowfall”, rx papi]
n*gga, you think i’m dumb enough to give your ass a loaded gun after the sh*t you just pulled?
i’m the smart one, remember?
on god
you just had to do sh*t your way
what you think, i’m about to beg for my life?
’cause i won’t
all right, nіgga

[verse]
you got me f*cked up
i was broke, down on my ass, ready to f*ck up
he let that liquor get to his head, got him f*cked up
that drac”ll put a b*tch on they back, can’t get the f*ck up
car fast as sh*t, drive this b*tch like it ain’t got no brakes
i jump out that car broad day, drac’ take your whole face
we cleared his whole block, n*gga, turned this b*tch to a cold case
it’s a ghost town when we slidin’, we’ll leave this b*tch, ain’t got no trace
that chop hit you, i’m tellin’ your ass, b*tch, you won’t make it
my youngins shooting wild through the crowd, hit a bunch of known faces
my bd partner out in the ‘raq like to put sh*t on david
i’m with the faceshot gang, we jump out and put sh*t on the pavement
“you n*ggas ruthless”, yeah, aight, b*tch, that’s a understatement
my thumbs hurt, b*tch, i just counted ten*hundred hundred faces
took a pill before i went to sleep, ’cause i seen hundred faces
i be tryna tell myself “chill”, my mind be going places
brodie whacked a n*gga, then asked for another outfit
the n*gga rolled one to the face, like that ain’t ’bout sh*t
if you don’t wan’ come outside i get your house hit
ion wan’ talk, i put a drac’ where your mouth is
thirty*thousand cash on a cuban, this sh*t a whirlpool
auntie want a 50 of boy, but it’s only girl here
broke ass n*gga need a job, won’t get employed here
i listen everything ’bout that money, i got the floyd ear
brodie took a bad batch, went off, and started robbin’ n*ggas
he started k!lling random n*ggas, wants to k!ll who had problems with him
put that flame on you, you’ll think that chopper got lava in it
he look like a cool dude, just play it smooth and he’ll mind his business
i love that n*gga to death, but people think he don’t got no kind of feelings
a couple n*ggas got hit, but brodie wasn’t even tryna k!ll ’em
my glock on my lap, in my hand when i’m ridin’ with ’em
i know how sh*t can get, but this my dawg, so i’m sliding with him
i’ma always play this sh*t raw, n*gga, that’s just what it is
them crackers can give me $5,000,000, can’t change the way i live
my name is my name, play with it, i put it on your kid
why you were at the mall with that n*gga? think ’bout the sh*t you did
the boss of this sh*t, n*gga, who the f*ck i trust? me
b*tch i’m a legend in my hood, they love me like i’m chuck d
i stood on curbs with the clucks
unc’ hustled fifty bucks
keep a slab by my nuts
i’m standing at the bus stop, but i ain’t waiting on the bus
cuz pass me my cup
i dump the ash from my dutch
i’m stuffing bags in the trunk
a 50 slab get you bunked
on god

- rx papi lyrics

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