[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Real Rx
Yeah

[Chorus]
Glock cocked with one in the head
My bitch said, "Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a n***a who dead
Percocet pills startin' to fuck with my head
I walked in like Big Belly Fred
It was what it was and it is what it is
My opps ain't never on ten
QuiccDraw McGraw when I'm grippin' that stick (Real Rx)

[Verse 1]
I pulled up with the Glock in my hand
Sticked the fuck up, hundred shots in advance
You get one fair warning, you can die in advance
You ridin' with your man? You gon' die with your man
Bitch ass n***a, you know what it is
Get shot in your gut, now you're holdin' your rib
He ran and he still tried holdin' 'em in
He got boxеd in the corner, we closin' it in
Thеy don't never get money, we ain't goin' with them
I'ma speak how I feel, I ain't holdin' it in
Up the Glock on a bitch, there it go with the wind
I ain't settlin' for less, I'ma go for the win
Sticked up, bitch, they know how I move
I don't wanna talk, I'ma up it and shoot
Pap walk in like he off the [?]
Nine times out of ten, I'm on [?]
Fresh as fuck, down to the boot
Glock got thirty rounds in it, too
Run down on you with your boo
[?], get you shot in your coupe
Walk in this bitch like Biggs and Wayne
Walked in and I'm leavin' with every chain
A n***a dumb enough to reach for these chains?
His ass gettin' hit with everything
I'll put that on everything
Up this Glock and fuckin' bang
Like a dead cell phone, let it ring
I walk in this bitch like the real Hank Hill
Can't really feel nothin' 'cause I'm on pain pills
Better make sure my drink don't spill
Don't touch nothin', sit back, be still
These n***as move like Ezhel
[Chorus]
Glock cocked with one in the head
My bitch said, "Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a n***a who dead
Percocet pills startin' to fuck with my head
I walked in like Big Belly Fred
It was what it was and it is what it is
My opps ain't never on ten
QuiccDraw McGraw when I'm grippin' that stick

[Verse 2]
Walked in on a K 23 and a RP 7.5
Bitch, play with Pap and I'm uppin' that fire
Baby Draco sound like, "Fa, fa, fa"
Fa fa f-fa fa fa fa fa!
Whole hood love me 'cause I'm that guy
Bitch, play with my money, they ain't gon' think twice
5.56 hit a bitch in the eyes
5.56 flip the shit out your ride
They say, "Don't trust Papi 'cause the n***a connivin'!"
These n***as move like Mekhi Phifer
I drive the Audi like a Dodge Viper
I'll whoop your ass, but I don't got time to fight ya
Glock blacker than Brian McKnight was
I walk down like Brad Pitt on Fight Club
If they doin' pills, then we in the right club
I sell cocaine in all the white clubs
Joe Biden'd be a good-ass lick
Whoever served Paris Hilton gotta be rich
If it's one thing that bitch can do, it's sniff
Bitch hit this, she gon' be hooked
I'll give a bitch heron and tell her it's coke
No grown man should be drivin' a boat
Ain't nobody pourin' shit down my throat
That shit look suspect and mad funny
These n***as move like crash dummies
Spanish auntie bump Bad Bunny
They say Papi move like he from Spanish Harlem
It don't matter where you put me, I'm good regardless
These n***as move like French Montana
I'm reachin' for my gun before I reach for a camera
Up the Glock and then cause damage
He seen the Glock and the n***a panicked
[Chorus]
Glock cocked with one in the head
My bitch said, "Why you got a gun in the bed?"
Backwood stuffed with a n***a who dead
Percocet pills startin' to fuck with my head
I walked in like Big Belly Fred
It was what it was and it is what it is
My opps ain't never on ten
QuiccDraw McGraw when I'm grippin' that stick