Rx Papi
So Icey Slither 1.5
[Intro]
Wavier than a [?], the wavy man
N***a, I got a better car, I got better songs
I look better, I got more bitches, n***a
I just live better than you, n***a
I'm the best, n***a, you n***as sittin' around at the gym
You n***as…
[Verse]
So icey slither, jump out the Audi
If it ain't 'bout money, then don't call me
When I get on them Percs I feel nauseous
Real slithery n***a, so move with caution
In the blink of an eye, I up and rob you
Got flip for the junkies like Craig Mack
They know Papi fifties B-I-G
Auntie don't need one, let me lеave
You did four on a row, baby, take it easy
Can't afford for you to bе in here ODin'
I'll rob a n***a for no damn reason
Had five bands on me, I ain't even need it
Hood n***a, I like my noodles with Cheese Itz’
Got a belt cookin' dope, I'm undefeated
7.62s will flip your beamer
My wrist spin like Hurricane Katrina
Stove always there every time I need it
I'm still hearin' voices but I never see 'em
You can't make this shit up, they think I'm tweakin'
Can't leave the game alone, Unc' and Auntie need me
I remember when I went OT for a weekend
A hundred missed calls 'cause they ain't see me
They know I show love, I don't do 'em greasy
When this shit lock up, it's hard as cement
Keep the Glock [?], I know they schemin'
If you run up on me, I'ma say cheese you
I gotta stop poppin' Percs but I really need 'em
Two 30s back-to-back, Papi, take it easy
I'll punch the fuck outta a n***a
Put my Timbs on, stomp the fuck outta a n***a
Backhand slap the fuck out your sister
Papi diagnosis, Slithery syndrome
Keep me the fuck out of your mentions
N***as rappin' about street shit but never did it
Real street n***a with a bankroll
Long live street money, bankroll
Wake up in the mornin', feel like Shawty Lo
Cheatin' on my bitch with the stove
I'm strapped the fuck up, G.I. Joe
These n***as move just like CB4
They want me dead, they wanna see me broke
I feel like Boosie on death row
I'm 50 Cent, you Fat Joe
Junkies come to the backdoor
I do not wear no goddamn Yeezys
I pray to a money rag, not Jesus
I picked up a Bible but didn't read it
I just need the papers to roll my weed in
Abuela said I act just like a demon
The words you speak, you better mean it
So icey slither, I'm not anemic
I know you say you trap, I just don't believe it
I'm the real Killa Cam, I really mean it
Auntie like, "Papi, I really need it"
When you talkin' to me, watch how you speakin'
I dove headfirst straight to the deep end
5.56s break down your defense
I don't care what happen as long as we win
If we talkin' about money, then count me in
Neph and the stove my only friends