Rx Papi - On The Radar First Hour Out Freestyle lyrics
[Rx Papi - On The Radar First Hour Out Freestyle lyrics]
Uh dawg Shit Records
Real Rx big drug rich, the real one
Uh
Just came home, bought a new pendant
Know how you feel when it’s
Niggas saying you finished
They slid masked up
They don’t know who did it
A hundred round drum
This bitch’ll shoot a few minutes
Nigga, we ain’t have dreams
Of getting Bugattis
Cuz just beat an attempt
Then caught a new body
They tryna hit my youngin’ with like 25
He jumped out broad day, shot ‘em 20 times
A quarter brick of raw that’s
What the Carti’ cost
He ran down on ‘em and made
‘em take the Carti’ off
I was in the prison yard, making prison calls
This bitch don’t answer two times and
Shе gon’ piss me off
I got’ smoke five sticks just to еase my mind
It must be glue with my Glock
Cause it won’t leave my side
Shout out my nigga Stew, he the living truth
It was a stove in here now
I’d make him cook a deuce
If the stove don’t work
Then use the microwave
I had to pay my mom bills, fuck Michael J’s
I slide the door back, shoot
With the micro Drac’
Ayo, I really played corners
With bundles of raw bundles of grams
Halves of slabs stuck in my draws
Ducking the law, clutching the rod
Ready to, pft, up it and, pft
Ah, hold on yo, hold on
Y’all could keep going?
A’ight fuck it, hold on uh, yeah
Hold on this is for my nigga Fade man
Long live then boys man fuck outta here
I’m from the, bottoms of bottoms
Grittiest of grittiest tommy’ll spot ‘em
Miss me with the silly shit papi, he got ‘em
Wrist froze, really lit masi’ I’m sliding
Kick goal, iffy shit
Big Glock on my waist, keep my pants down
Put your hands up, before it be a man down
I’ll have a stand-off with ‘em
‘fore I stand down
I hand grams out and still break grams down
Yo, you can’t run the beat back?
Hold on, you can’t yeah, yeah
Fuck that, hold on i got more nigga
These niggas wildin’ what, nigga?
Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout man, listen
Yo, I was just in prison with the lifers
Nigga
I just beat a nigga ass, on Rikers nigga
Lot of niggas talk shit
But they don’t like it nigga got the, pff
Switch on the glick
They like Papi really sick as a bitch, I’m
Sick as it get, and I been on some shit
I paid half a brick of the sniff for my wrist
I paid a whole brick of some shit I could
Pff
Ayo, a whole stick out the clip, it’ll flip
The biggest truck, I’m still that nigga
And I don’t give a fuck
Slide the door back, turn a nigga brains
Into a doormat
Ah, yo fuck it, cmon we done, fuck it, psh
Dawg Shit Records, man real Rx, man
Love live them boys free them boys
Big drug rich, the realest
The real one nigga
It’s me, I’m him, I’m not them i’m Him Jones
I’m, I’m Him Duncan
I will beat a nigga ass and
Stop em in my Himberlands
I been him, I’ma always be him
I’ma stay him, I’m not them
You understand me?
Real Rx big drug rich, the real one
Uh
Just came home, bought a new pendant
Know how you feel when it’s
Niggas saying you finished
They slid masked up
They don’t know who did it
A hundred round drum
This bitch’ll shoot a few minutes
Nigga, we ain’t have dreams
Of getting Bugattis
Cuz just beat an attempt
Then caught a new body
They tryna hit my youngin’ with like 25
He jumped out broad day, shot ‘em 20 times
A quarter brick of raw that’s
What the Carti’ cost
He ran down on ‘em and made
‘em take the Carti’ off
I was in the prison yard, making prison calls
This bitch don’t answer two times and
Shе gon’ piss me off
I got’ smoke five sticks just to еase my mind
It must be glue with my Glock
Cause it won’t leave my side
Shout out my nigga Stew, he the living truth
It was a stove in here now
I’d make him cook a deuce
If the stove don’t work
Then use the microwave
I had to pay my mom bills, fuck Michael J’s
I slide the door back, shoot
With the micro Drac’
Ayo, I really played corners
With bundles of raw bundles of grams
Halves of slabs stuck in my draws
Ducking the law, clutching the rod
Ready to, pft, up it and, pft
Ah, hold on yo, hold on
Y’all could keep going?
A’ight fuck it, hold on uh, yeah
Hold on this is for my nigga Fade man
Long live then boys man fuck outta here
I’m from the, bottoms of bottoms
Grittiest of grittiest tommy’ll spot ‘em
Miss me with the silly shit papi, he got ‘em
Wrist froze, really lit masi’ I’m sliding
Kick goal, iffy shit
Big Glock on my waist, keep my pants down
Put your hands up, before it be a man down
I’ll have a stand-off with ‘em
‘fore I stand down
I hand grams out and still break grams down
Yo, you can’t run the beat back?
Hold on, you can’t yeah, yeah
Fuck that, hold on i got more nigga
These niggas wildin’ what, nigga?
Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout man, listen
Yo, I was just in prison with the lifers
Nigga
I just beat a nigga ass, on Rikers nigga
Lot of niggas talk shit
But they don’t like it nigga got the, pff
Switch on the glick
They like Papi really sick as a bitch, I’m
Sick as it get, and I been on some shit
I paid half a brick of the sniff for my wrist
I paid a whole brick of some shit I could
Pff
Ayo, a whole stick out the clip, it’ll flip
The biggest truck, I’m still that nigga
And I don’t give a fuck
Slide the door back, turn a nigga brains
Into a doormat
Ah, yo fuck it, cmon we done, fuck it, psh
Dawg Shit Records, man real Rx, man
Love live them boys free them boys
Big drug rich, the realest
The real one nigga
It’s me, I’m him, I’m not them i’m Him Jones
I’m, I’m Him Duncan
I will beat a nigga ass and
Stop em in my Himberlands
I been him, I’ma always be him
I’ma stay him, I’m not them
You understand me?