peewee longway - rx papi lyrics
[intro]
huh
the real drugrixh
huh
huh
[verse]
walk in this b*tch like peewee longway
fast as sh*t in my audi a7
i’m mel gibson with a lethal weapon
better watch where the f*ck you stepping
leave them dead at the intersection
shoot first, we don’t ask questions
wake up early in the morning, grab a gl!ck out the dresser
i ain’t talkin bout a workout when i say i’ll stretch you
pop percs back to back, deal with depression
hard times call for drastic measures
sh*t can go left any given second
if it don’t feel right then get to stepping
go with your gut, don’t sеcond guess it
sipping on lean evеryday, i’m stressing
lil cuz telling me i can do better
he ain’t did what i did, he don’t know no better
i get to that pot with a vendetta
i beat that b*tch and scr*pe the extra
auntie told me “boy, you special”
she only saying that so i could bless her
stains on my shirt, it get messy
f*ck chef boyardee, pap way better
when i’m at the stove, i’m mayweather
i’m high as h*ll, still trying to get it together
i will slap the sh*t out of whoever
i will slap the sh*t out of your mommy and daddy
i will slap the sh*t out of your mama’s mama
slap the sh*t out of whoever want a problem
you know how many times i heard they was gone rob me
got a big ass gl!ck, not no revolver
up this b*tch if it’s any problems
your best bet is better get to walking
n*ggas be doing all that barking
hauling ass when they hear me sparking
you a dirty ass n*gga like sparky
double park the audi when i’m parking
my wrist dumb as f*ck like darryl dawkins
i’m really in the field like atlanta falcons
talking sideways get your jaw hit
glock 22 where my drawers is
about 2 g’s in my closet
bunch of bb simons and robins
before pop smoke, i was flossing
dead fresh, like i’m in a coffin
if it ain’t about money, then why we talking
how the h*ll you get my number, why you even call me
long as i cook work, i’m good regardless
i don’t give a f*ck about labels calling
when i’m at the stove, i put my heart in it
that’s when a n*gga really go the hardest
jump up out my sleep when the money calling
cinderella looking at me like i’m r*t*rded
she like “n*gga where you going, it’s 3 in the morning”
i don’t care what time it was baby, i’m on it
bankroll full of 50s and 100s
feel like birdman, the way i’m stunting
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