letra de dropped dis for twitter - rx papi
two big [?] when we in the vile
i’m four hunnit thousand dollars up, they say i gotta chill
he get bagged then we zip him up, these n-ggas not for real
[] with my glock out, i’m with droppers who don’t got no chill
your cousin got his sh-t back, i wonder how that feel
you dissed us, you was big mad and that’s what got him [?]
these n-ggas make house music b-tch i’m in that field
your don’t know nothing ’bout shootings, you never did a drill
these n-ggas drunk, high, snortin’ prolly on a pill
weight at four pound, break the board b-tch i’m shaquille o’neal
face shot, broad day, he hit the floor, ew
auntie go to shootin’ up heroin she gave me the chills
i lived with my mom since i was 13 i still pay hеr bills
i walk in saks fifth and spend that sh-t, i drop a n-gga deal
[?] surface you look nеrvous n-gga, i don’t even know why you in the whip
[?] my momma only wants that when it’s [?]
n-ggas talking all that gangsta sh-t, they can’t f-ck with me
i pull up as soon as the dot get dropped, you know wassup with me
it look like i’m by myself but you should know that i brought company
z29 in my belt and when i up imma put you underneath
i don’t really want go back and forth ’cause that’s just not my thing
i don’t know when you gon realize that you just not me
what you got for your albums n-gga, i ran through that sh-t on lean
i leave you alone, you showed me amiri reciepts for one of your jeans
papi papi papi like a [?] that’s my top three
when i get at that [?] ’cause i’m muhammad ali
these n-ggas wwf, they faking it in the ring
lil cuz lil crazy every time ’cause he shake when he swingin’
came ’round with this glock i really mean it
they hit his face, he hit the ground, they drove off, i really seen it
what you know ’bout that?
mh, oh you broke my bad
mh, you don’t know your dad
mh, that’s why you think i’m him
papi ballin’ break the rim
yeah, drake with the shoulder strap, it blew your shoulder back
glock with the switch, it got a tick, this not [?]
when my money right
see me do it, then you do it, try ‘n run with that
micro drake with the wood, i’m a lumber jack
hit his head, loose his memory, can’t get nothing back
bro ain’t never play baseball but he say he coming striped
forty come off the waist, to the face, this who you finna fight
broad day like lil cuz take a face and all he switched was mics
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