Rx Papi - One Foot In lyrics

Stop flexing your muscles, Jordan
Yeah, real Rx who the hell is Carlo?
Yuh yeah

I walk in this bitch and put my mask on
Heat the stove up then put the glass on
Cook a new batch
I done ran through the last jawn
Got a mean wrist
They say Papi got his dad' arm
I was fucked up but my bitch put me back on
That's a real bitch so she
Gotta get a fraction
Ain't shit sweet so you can't run it by me
How you know we sell crack?
We all got SRT's! Put the trap in my lil
Nigga' baby momma' name
We got dawg food, e-pills
A whole lot of cane
Throw my buffs on, bitch
Papi ain't tryna see a thang
Glock hit from long range
Niggas go to movin' strange
AP on my wrist ain't from
No fuckin' rap streams
Bitch, I'm good in the hood
I get love from all the fiends
Niggas in my hood love me
Likе I'm Marlo Stanfield
Pull a pistol on a opp like "pussy nigga
Stand still"
Keep on flexin' with your man' monеy
Get your man killed
They say Papi onna bullshit
Ain't got no damn chill

I get high on them percs, man
Let go of this damn wheel
They say the way I talk
I might scare away the damn deal
14-5'll get you a 31, give me 28 flat
I'll give you another one
Pure cocaine, always hit it with one on one
I beat the streets fair in square
I whooped that bitch 1-on-1
There's niggas in my city that hate me
That tell you I'm the one
When you seen Papi, ten times out of ten
I had my gun i got my mask on, nigga
Way before corona virus
You see the strap drawn
Wishin' up and down a nigga try it
Percs kicked in, bitch
They got me high out my mind
Got pulled over with the work
First one I'm callin' is my mom
Niggas shot me in my back when
I was out on double bond
Before they started snitchin'
I walk in this bitch like Nicky Barnes
Door swingin' back to back, auntie
What the fuck you want?
Got me sweatin' in the kitchen, bitch
You know I get it done
12 hit the block, bitch
I hit the fence and I'ma jump
Don't nun' but cocaine get
Cooked in this house
Play with that money if you want
And get cooked in this house
You'll get beat the fuck up
And booked in this house
I got codeine spillin' on my
New Chrome Hearts shirt
Cup of codeine cost a new Chrome Hearts shirt

Back-to back problems
Shit gettin' on my nerves
Widebody cat, put this bitch all on your curb
They say Papi too arrogant and way too absurd
My bitch watched my pour the cup
She said that's way too much syrup
Rolled my Backwood
Cuz said that's way too much herb
Glock hit a nigga
Blow his ass way over there
Green beans, red beans, money rags in the air
Come to think about it
I seen money rags everywhere
The trap bein' hard, nigga
No we can't quit
I took half of my advance and
I made that bitch flip
I'm still in the hood, shootin' 456
You try me
You gon' hear this big ass 45 spit
They know I'm drug rich, they
Say they I'm not, they on my dick
The hood love Papi
Always say I'm on my shit
Auntie begged me not to leave
She know I ain't gon' quit
I got one foot out, I'm keepin' one foot in