Rx Papi - Sanctioned lyrics

Real Rx!

Walk in the trap and smell
Like a shitty pamper
Glock stuck in my jeans I'm not dancin'
She wanna hold hands and be romantic
I'm a trap nigga I don't get into that
I will up the stick, leave a nigga flat
Spin the opp block where them niggas at
Tried to take off and run like Ricky
Guess he ain't know the Glock come with a 50
These niggas move like Diggy
The drake'll make you move like Shiggy
I'm shootin if this shit look iffy
Mixin in a bowl like Jiffy

Pull up in a Camero like Desperado
Know damn well Desperado ain't
Have no Camero
I still jump out with a double barrel
Then go straight through like
Two double arrows
You could meet me at Senoco or Valero
I walk in this bitch like fuck the dress code
I used to sell crack to my neighbor next do'
Pray to every God my mama never know
I remember the day she
Found out like yesterday
I told her I'm hustlin for a better way
You ain't never gone and buy me Michael J's
Every kid in my class got the new J's
I used to go to sleep hungrier than a bitch
Get high start wonderin a buncha shit
Sometimes it don't or do make sense
When it don't I grab my drink and sip
Even when it do I grab the cup and sip
No matter what I just can't quit
Perc 10 help me when I'm safe
Knock you out like the nigga from the Knicks
I walk in this bitch like a dead man
Big ass backwood with a dead man
Roll it and stuff the dreads in
This shit my new favorite strand
Up the glick on you and your man
These niggas my sons they dress like me!
Papi sanction 823!

Swing the drake like a ape in a tree!
556 put your face on your knees!
These niggas think they Hercules
Ain't no way in hell a nigga hurtin me
These niggas is lil herbs to me
I walk in this bitch with
The stick in my jeans
They heard the shot but they never seen it
I walk in this bitch like im
Glick come out my draws ima bang it
Trap full of white like we Albanian
They say Papi the devil Tasmanian
Bitch I'm throwin Crip like OT!
I'm more Crip than Snoop D-O-Double G!
Check the watch it's 8: 23

My bitch bad she got 2 C's
These niggas move like Lil Cease
Up the glick make a nigga freeze
When I'm in Brooklyn im with the lowest
I will put 31 shots through your throat
They say Papi chill you do the most
Whole time he saw me I ain't never spoke
I ain't gettin loud I ain't raisin my voice
My nigga'll kill you to feed his brother
I get you gone for a couple hundred
Potato whackin niggas for K2 pouches
Papi good in the street I
Don't need a voucher
I'm not dancin in front of niggas houses
We been block shootin up niggas houses
Don't give a fuck if you in it or out it
If you ridin with that nigga you dyin with em
It ain't no way you gettin out it
If you not gone shoot when you get in my car
Do me a favor and get the fuck out it

I ride with my glick by my lonely
Me and my Glock like Manolo and Tony
But he ain't gone do no hoe shit on me
These niggas wanna see me like Mo3
I wish them shooters was with Mo3
Long live Pimp C and Dope B
Free Bobby and Rowdy and all the G's
If it start at 8 im comin 8: 23
I walk in this bitch like I got wings
Glock make a nigga look Vietnamese
Beat him with it til he speak Chinese
Bitch Im 823 sanctioned nigga, real rx!