lirik lagu rx papi - red light freestyle
[intro]
hrr
yeah, yeah
[verse]
jump straight out the car, go to shooting it up
johnny cage, shades on, booted as f~ck
lil’ cuz [?] from the cut
just a lil’ bit of ice with a deuce in the cup
got a glock in my amiris why i’m walking like that
put the glock in your face, why you talkin’ like that?
i ain’t tellin’ no n~gga i’ll be right back
up the stick broad~day, leave him where he at
get geeked on rp back~to~back
back~to~back and back~to~back
we spin blocks, leave n~ggas flat
back~to~back, back~to~back
you remember what happened infront of that store
had his baby, but i still tried to k!ll a boy
we ain’t religious, we send n~ggas up to god
i’m alone with my g’, i like sitting in the dark
i’m good with that rock likе chris paul
i go to clutching it when i get p~ssed off
i don’t rеally care what you do, just think smart
uppin’ that knock broad~day, put the flame on
they like to play games, n~gga, then let’s ball
i got a n~gga rap deal on my left arm
i’m throwing them long in the field like [?]
cheffin’ in dior, now watch how i step on ’em
knife in my hand while i’m making my next call
we make a n~gga top step on and step off
i got that sh~t on me, n~gga, you know it
i’on’t care ’bout these hoes ’cause these b~tches be goin’ (hrr)
came out the hole on my own
he don’t know me, so i told the n~gga “call me ramone”
pull up and see me, don’t call my phone
bad paranoia, think them people on me
brown skin b~tch look like pocahontas
keep it real with my dawg, but i lie to your honor
caught a brick in the house, tryna hide from my momma
i’m a real deal trapper, i ain’t takin’ consignment
isometric with the glock, come thru, then we line him
real mob boss, n~gga, i walk in behind
when i get in the car don’t be sittin’ behind me
i grew up rough, f~cked up and violent
i ain’t know how to read, but i knew how to rob
if i knew one thing it wasn’t gettin’ a job
my mom used to look at me like i’m a problem
now when she need me she know she can call me
she told me “stay focused, don’t worry ’bout that other sh~t”
she know i jump out cars broad~day gunnin’ sh~t
when i got shot she tried keepin’ me in the house
i can heal by my own, grab my gun and i’m out
my bro’ movin’ funny, i’m starting not to trust him
mind playin’ tricks on me, i’m starting not to love him
keep poppin’ narcotics to stay out my feelings
i’m real deal [?], play with me, i’ll k!ll him
i ain’t on no bullsh~t, this just how i feel
’cause i’m all alone when i’m in the field
it’s a lot on my dome, i’m tired as sh~t
before you lie to me, n~gga, lie to yo’ b~tch
i’ma keep it real, no matter what
baby momma really movin’ funny as f~ck
i think she be thinkin’ ’bout linin’ me up
i pull up to her crib with the fye by my gut
i feel like a mad man, i’m on the edge
woo on my body, it play with my head
look in the mirror, see n~ggas who dead (hrr)
when sh~t get bad, i’ma know what to do
get shot off rip when you go with your move
chapo play it left, he roll with me too
they broke the code, they never followed the rules
these n~ggas really don’t be on nun’ of that
spun blocks, had n~ggas runnin’ laps
they caught one to the head, y’all can’t get ’em back
[?] got whacked for doin’ all that rap~cap
stop me when i’m lyin’
hundred~round drum, n~gga, we won’t stop ’til they die
most of these n~ggas die over they pride
big dawg, n~gga, i ain’t lettin’ sh~t slide
you say what you want but i’m him
cuz 6’3 totin’ a stick big as him
6~deuce in the pot, make it jump out the rim
cuz get to pushin’ on the b~tton, n~gga, you trippin’
i walked in, b~tches like “d~mn, he trim”
i said it one time, won’t say it again
shoot you in your sh~t, let loose on your man
do a trick with the glock like david blaine
i got a lil’ money but i stayed the same
air it out broad~day, b~tch, my name is my name
i’on know what he on, he ain’t come with the gang
this a big~body foreign, hard to stay in the lane
in the middle of the winter, make you feel the flame
ate a percocet, d~mn, i can’t remember my name
i’m smokin’ that shh, cuz totin’ that shh
when we shoot all neck, score sound like “cshh, cshh, cshh”
i’m chris paul with the rock
i feel like desperado when i got the glock
kick a n~gga off the corner, i feel like my pops
i’on talk, as soon as i see him he shot
when i’m in the kitchen i’m cookin’ the raw
stick big as sh~t, no, this not a [?]
hurt a broke n~gga feelings, tell him sh~t that i bought
auntie in the kitchen like [?]
car too fast, we’ll never get caught
she asked me to change, i’m forever a dawg
abuela pray for me, she know what i’m on
i’m totin’ that cutter like i’m mowin’ the lawn
[?] called me on the federal phone
bring the fye with you, n~gga, why you left it at home?
i wake up thinking i’m christopher walken
i’d spend all my money to see lil’ chris walkin’
walking dead on my block, it ain’t nun’ but zombies
ain’t a diamond in the dirt, i grew up in the concrete
codeine through my veins every time my heart beat
circle the block twice and double park it
cuz you sure ain’t n0body saw us?
[outro]
pshh, pshh
pshh, pshh, pshh pshh pshh
pshh pshh, pshh pshh, pshh, pshh
pshh pshh, pshh, pshh
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