Rx Papi - Daddy Was Da Dope Man lyrics
[Rx Papi - Daddy Was Da Dope Man lyrics]
Bump my shit nigga (Yea, yea, yea)
Aye, my daddy was the dope man? (Yea, yea)
Real Rx (Yea, yea)
My daddy was the dope man
My mommy loved the nigga
They fucked and had me, a lil’ hustler nigga
I ain’t taking shit back, it is what it is
It was what it was, bitch I did what I did
Product of my environment
I got it and they trying it
I got it for the low
That’s why they buying it
To the top, I kept on climbing
They tried to bring me down
I just re’d up I got 50 pounds
And I got some for twelve hunnit
You could get ‘em now
I’d get off my ass and get it
I ain’t sittin’ ‘round
I’m in a rental low-key
Catching licks out my bitch car
While she at work, bitch we need the work
So you need to work, take it easy first
My momma tell me slow my roll
I’m my daddy son
So goin’ for that bullshit? Bitch
I ain’t having none
Bitch I’m having funds, you could add me up
I sell dope for a living, bitch
I ain’t having fun
Yea, I had to run, I’m still havin’ it
Rap going good, I pulled 10 off a tape
In a good day in the trap, I make 10 in a day
They said you can’t be a
Rapper and a dope dealer (What nigga?)
Bitch I do what I want
I ain’t listening to no nigga
I cooked seven grams for my
Man for some stu’ time
I got too much shit on my
Mind, I’m your favorite rapper, bitch
I’m a dope boy banger
I don’t make songs for the kids
Probably raise the dope prices
When my tape drop, broad
Day, face shot, two stones
Eight pots, big body, eight blocks
Used to sell dime bags and
Crack on ‘ery block fuck the competition
I know I could get it cheaper
She said she wanna slide, you could slide
I don’t need ya
Rather bet it on myself, bitch
Cause I know what I’m doing
I analyzed this shit a thousand times, know
What I want from it
These niggas got too many war stories
With nothing to show for it
Ill never hold my nuts on a nigga
I tell him go for it around my way
These niggas gon’ try you if you pussy
Keep your eyes to yourself
Cause niggas’ll try you just for looking
You know how mind your business
Everything’ll go smooth
When them troopers get behind me
All I know is be cool
Bitch said she like my swag
And she like to vibe with me
I asked her would she take a
Five hour drive with me
Everything I do discreet bitch
I be on mob business
I’m a smooth dude, no matter how you put it
My first 15 grams, I fucked it up
I couldn’t cook it
I got some money, bought some more
I couldn’t fuck it up i sold bags of hard in
My marj’ fucked up truck
Angel called me, 2 o’clock
Wake me up out my damn sleep
Shh, fuck that, a nigga gotta eat
These are legendary dope deals
They on some Jeezy shit
I told them I was gon’ do it
They ain’t believe the shit
Right in front of they face
They had to see the shit
Now they got they hand out
Cause they need the kid
I’ll curve em, I don’t need a bitch
My new bitch said she got me
And I hope it’s true
My man moving funny, ahh nigga not you
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Said my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Said my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
Too many long nights, had to
Sit down with my brother
Had to get it right
Five days straight in that fucking minivan
I hate that fucking van with a passion
If it wasn’t for that van
I probably wouldn’t even be rapping
For a reason, shit happen
I ain’t gon’ sit down and, be on my ass broke
I’m gon’ get up
I’m gon’ make some shit happen
I told Brodie, "I got your back
You could never slip"
Fall out ‘bout a bitch
Now I would never trip
It is what it is, I’ll tell you off the rip
As soon as a nigga play
That’s when I pull it off the hip
I’m QuickDraw McGraw, you could ask Shaw
I really whip raw, out a glass, pshhh
I really whip raw, outta glass jars
That lil’ nigga got raw, and he go hard
My back against the wall
Auntie pissing me off
This the last straw, my patience running thin
They tryna do me in
But they can’t catch a nigga
Whew, I’m finessing niggas
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Said my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Aye, my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
(And my daddy was the
What you think he made nigga?)
Aye, my daddy was the dope man? (Yea, yea)
Real Rx (Yea, yea)
My daddy was the dope man
My mommy loved the nigga
They fucked and had me, a lil’ hustler nigga
I ain’t taking shit back, it is what it is
It was what it was, bitch I did what I did
Product of my environment
I got it and they trying it
I got it for the low
That’s why they buying it
To the top, I kept on climbing
They tried to bring me down
I just re’d up I got 50 pounds
And I got some for twelve hunnit
You could get ‘em now
I’d get off my ass and get it
I ain’t sittin’ ‘round
I’m in a rental low-key
Catching licks out my bitch car
While she at work, bitch we need the work
So you need to work, take it easy first
My momma tell me slow my roll
I’m my daddy son
So goin’ for that bullshit? Bitch
I ain’t having none
Bitch I’m having funds, you could add me up
I sell dope for a living, bitch
I ain’t having fun
Yea, I had to run, I’m still havin’ it
Rap going good, I pulled 10 off a tape
In a good day in the trap, I make 10 in a day
They said you can’t be a
Rapper and a dope dealer (What nigga?)
Bitch I do what I want
I ain’t listening to no nigga
I cooked seven grams for my
Man for some stu’ time
I got too much shit on my
Mind, I’m your favorite rapper, bitch
I’m a dope boy banger
I don’t make songs for the kids
Probably raise the dope prices
When my tape drop, broad
Day, face shot, two stones
Eight pots, big body, eight blocks
Used to sell dime bags and
Crack on ‘ery block fuck the competition
I know I could get it cheaper
She said she wanna slide, you could slide
I don’t need ya
Rather bet it on myself, bitch
Cause I know what I’m doing
I analyzed this shit a thousand times, know
What I want from it
These niggas got too many war stories
With nothing to show for it
Ill never hold my nuts on a nigga
I tell him go for it around my way
These niggas gon’ try you if you pussy
Keep your eyes to yourself
Cause niggas’ll try you just for looking
You know how mind your business
Everything’ll go smooth
When them troopers get behind me
All I know is be cool
Bitch said she like my swag
And she like to vibe with me
I asked her would she take a
Five hour drive with me
Everything I do discreet bitch
I be on mob business
I’m a smooth dude, no matter how you put it
My first 15 grams, I fucked it up
I couldn’t cook it
I got some money, bought some more
I couldn’t fuck it up i sold bags of hard in
My marj’ fucked up truck
Angel called me, 2 o’clock
Wake me up out my damn sleep
Shh, fuck that, a nigga gotta eat
These are legendary dope deals
They on some Jeezy shit
I told them I was gon’ do it
They ain’t believe the shit
Right in front of they face
They had to see the shit
Now they got they hand out
Cause they need the kid
I’ll curve em, I don’t need a bitch
My new bitch said she got me
And I hope it’s true
My man moving funny, ahh nigga not you
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Said my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Said my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
Too many long nights, had to
Sit down with my brother
Had to get it right
Five days straight in that fucking minivan
I hate that fucking van with a passion
If it wasn’t for that van
I probably wouldn’t even be rapping
For a reason, shit happen
I ain’t gon’ sit down and, be on my ass broke
I’m gon’ get up
I’m gon’ make some shit happen
I told Brodie, "I got your back
You could never slip"
Fall out ‘bout a bitch
Now I would never trip
It is what it is, I’ll tell you off the rip
As soon as a nigga play
That’s when I pull it off the hip
I’m QuickDraw McGraw, you could ask Shaw
I really whip raw, out a glass, pshhh
I really whip raw, outta glass jars
That lil’ nigga got raw, and he go hard
My back against the wall
Auntie pissing me off
This the last straw, my patience running thin
They tryna do me in
But they can’t catch a nigga
Whew, I’m finessing niggas
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Said my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
(I’m the product of the dope man
And a young bitch)
(Aye, my daddy was the dope man
What you think he made nigga?)
(And my daddy was the
What you think he made nigga?)