
letra de skitzo - rx papi
[intro]
it’s the dawg
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yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
[verse]
yeah bad b-tch facetime me with no panties on
i came in here with my pistol i don’t stand alone
i’m at that pot turn one and two b-tch the damage done
he been shopping back to back i ain’t blame him once
n-gga think he gon’ get something out me n-gga that sh-t runs
b-tch thought i was going to pay her for her p-ssy i’m like “that b-tch drunk”
b-tch better not ask me for a dollar b-tch i’ll pay you i want
pull up back to back in big black sh-t i look like donald trump
big ass spil bust my lungs the last time you busted your gun
i run through 50 every month i don’t know what they told you but i’m the one
in a dirty ass kitchen junkiеs running around i got pradas on
i get hungry been a block knock on the door see if grandma home
thеse n-ggas never sold dope miss me with that sh-t
b-tton on the chop bend ya block you can’t miss with that sh-t
rob your dumb ass 2.5 i’m lil’ cris with that sh-t
pull a raw draws break your jaw i’m quick with that sh-t
go zero to 100 in a second i’m a skits with that sh-t
you brought your gun and post on ig you ain’t got no skits with that sh-t
i just paid hunnit for a 7 got full splits with that sh-t
just cuz’ she got a bag don’t mean she got cash she suck d-ck for that sh-t
a lot of n-ggas really go outside and want trick for that sh-t
i gave her two hundred dollars that’s not a payment that’s a tip for that sh-t
when bro a loose screw he off the tool he tryna sh-t bag sh-t
scoop her 560 she like “i like the way you whip this sh-t”
sport plus mode b-tch ain’t even know the car can get that quick
she tryna give me dome while i’m on the wheel she gotta chill with that sh-t
bend the block shooter in the driver b-tch i’m ill with that sh-t
i ain’t no drill rapper but the city know i do drills in this sh-t
let my gun go at any moment i’m trying to pill some sh-t
way before rap i had a check i was in the field for this sh-t
don’t play me for no little n-gga you a f-ck around and get k!lled for that sh-t
i’mma make the rules and break the rules f-ck how you feel about this sh-t
ummi trying hardest to give me chill think ima’ get k!lled in this sh-t
it’s 762s this drake and he get filled with this sh-t
three thousand dollars flat b-tch this a real amiri’s fit
i probably only wear this b-tch once won’t even take no pic
every-time i turn around it’s new n-ggas jumping on my d-ck
i jumped in her dm and then i jumped in your b-tch
you signed to them n-ggas ain’t get no chain boy you broke as a b-tch
screaming this n-gga name back to back like you holding his d-ck
they like pap “you really got to chill”
you get on some sh-t n-ggas act like i wasn’t in that field boy you on some sh-t
your man make shirts i remember when he sold nicks
all that brick talk inside your songs n-ggas never sold sh-t
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