Rx Papi - Good Dawg lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah (yeah)
This that shit that make a nigga get off
His ass and go and get some money (Real Rx)
(Ay, put yo mothafuckin' mask on) Real Rx
(yeah)

Sold dawg out my granny house (Dawg)
That's why that bitch hate me (Fuck her)
You gon' make it to the finish line, nigga
Be patient (This ain't yo time, nigga)
This ain't yo time, ain't gotta rush it
Dope good, gotta cut it
Cell phone keep smackin'
All I know is keep trappin'
(That's all I know)
My momma try to tell me I'm
Just like my fuckin' father (Wha?)
I hit that bitch with isopr'ol while
It's still in the water
(I really know how to work my wrist)
I'm in the trap fly as hell
I got that shit on a whole brick, off white
Looks like somebody pissed on it
(Ay, lil buddy fresh as hеll)
Nigga, yeah, you know we got it
Go and get yo big homiе (Fuck that nigga)

'Cause he's a bitch and a rat
Who the fuck gave him a pass?
(Who allowed that?)
You can break the sleeves down and
Go and get your bundle on bag fifty grams
Get done and make another song (Dawg)
They give me fifty for a tape, shit
We doin' good i take twenty five of that
It's goin' through the hood
Hellcat sound like it got a
Midget in the hood
Ten thousand pocket change on me
Chillin' in the hood (Bitch)
You can't cook crack, you not drug rich
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout (yeah)
I got in my hand from bustin' bags down
(Real Rx)
He can't cook, he fucked it up, shit
Now he out (Wha?)
On the east I got a smack house, on the west
Got a glass house (Smack house, glass house)

Flip phone ringin'
They callin' me for smack (Wha?)
Auntie owe me fifty dollars
She still ain't call me back
(Auntie, where the fuck you at?)
On the block, nigga, I'm the hood lord
(Hood pope, nigga)
You can go from nothin' to somethin'
When you got good raw
(I got good dope, nigga)
They junkies love me like Drake
They know I'm the real Hov (yeah)
They let him slide wit a warnin'
And the nigga still told (Pussy)
Son had hard dawg
Had to hit it with the steel-toes (Bitch)
Dumb bitch said it's silver
She don't know it's steel gold
I ain't shit like your favorite rapper
(Bitch) i can't lie
I got more money than my favorite rapper
(Bitch) just focus on making it lock
You can shave it after (Wha?)
I could turn one into two, I'm a master
(Dawg) ran out of glass so fuck it
I Saran wrapped it
If I put you in posit' you better
Not fuck up the damn package
They like "somebody get that man "
(Real Rx)

In the streets like fuck a deal
Auntie called for a couple pills
Clutch the Glock 'cause I'm thuggin' still
These niggas rap just to rap
I really wrap up a sack (Bitch)
I pop a perc for my back
I pop a perc to relax (Bitch)
They told me I would die in jail early
I make 2500 before it hit 12: 30 (Dawg)
Of in the cat, did 12 dirty (Skrrt)
Your numbers going up
It's damn near two bands for a 31 (Dawg)
My young boys out chargin'
150 for honey buns (Dawg)
The coke I could hit it with one on one
(Dawg) i'm on these niggas
Slam dunkin' in 1-on-1's (yeahh)
You could move how you move, bitch
But don't scuff my fuckin' 1's
Anybody in the world gon' tell you, "Pap
He the fuckin' one" (I'm that nigga)

Everybody know I sell drugs
It ain't a secret (Hell naw)
I made a promise to big cuz and I'ma keep it
(cuz)
Now put ya mothafuckin' mask on (yeahh)
Yeah, real Rx
Yeah (Really sold dawg out my granny house, nigga, yeah)
Ay, put yo mothafuckin' mask on yeah, yeah
Put yo mothafuckin' mask on, nigga, yeah
(yeah)

(Real Rx, yeah, I really sold dawg
Out my granny house)