Yeah

Real Rx

Yeah

Yeah

Real Rx

Yeah, yeah

Coronavirus all over the money

Count that shit with my bare hands

Hit a lick, do the Ric Flair dance

Me and cuz used to share pants

Drac' in my hand, I can airbend

Pockets big as Yo Gotti forehead

You goddamn right, I got that sack

You bitch-ass **** can't hold me back

Oh shit, it's them, Neph and Pap

Walk in this bitch for no reason in black

Don't beef on the net, we don't get into that

When I bump into him, I'm leaving him flat

Glock going off like a snare drum

Everybody getting hit, we don't spare none

Up the Drac', start doing santería

The work don't come back, ay Dios mía

Widebody Cat, ain't no way you can keep up

Them people ask questions, better say you ain't seen nothing

Try to quit but can't give the lean up

Daddy Yankee Drac', spit gasolina

In the club, you gon' fuck up your re-up

I don't gotta check the score, I know we up

They turned their back, act like I need them

Tinted up my Cartis so I don't see them

Really sold dope from AM to PM

Took OT trips with **** BM

She think I'm finna put her in a BM

My opps at home wanna be him

They talk 'bout what they gonna do when they see him

But when they see me, they start freezing

Strongarm rob one of you **** for no reason

Like taking candy from a baby, it's too easy

Don't trust Neph and Pap, them **** greasy

Piss on an opp like Flea in Killa Season

My opps run faster than Usain Bolt

Pap in the hood where you can't go

These **** buying guns fo' show

5.56s'll flip a boat

These **** move weirder than Lil Boat

Pistol whip you with the Glock, break your bone

Drac' going off like bow, bow

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

No matter how big the load, bet I get it gone

Every fifteen days I get a new phone

On the bean and the Addy up all night long

In the trap with more white than Post Malone

Think a helicopter tryna follow me home

I forgot how many Percs I was on

If I still got drugs, I'm not going home

I go in the house when the load gone

Me and my brother went down a long road

State to state, I'm still bringing my pole

I refuse to go out sad 'bout a ho

Bitch can't act right, then there go the door

Another bitch walking in when you walking out

It is what it is, what we talkin' 'bout