Albino Steve
Yeah
Real Rx
Yeah
Yeah
I walked in this bitch like Albino Steve
I got OG cookie like P90
They don't know much about us, they know we grimy
In the middle of the hood, where you gon' find me
I walk in this bitch like Rob Zombie
Thirty niggas sticked up, mobbing behind me
Up the glick broad day and catch a homi'
I could be anybody, I don't got a ID
I walk in this bitch like Vince McMahon
Blue and yellow diamonds look like Michigan
The opps shot, they shot and missed again
Papi balling, he never miss the rim
I walk in this bitch like Stack Bundles
Junkies fighting for the rock, royal rumble
Get the fuck out the trap, you ain't shopping
Get your shit and go, no need to stop here
I walk in this bitch like Tony Soprano
You talk bullshit, I ain't understanding
These niggas move like John Travolta
My niggas dressed up like twelve and pulled them over
Soon as them niggas got a little closer
Hit 'em with a handheld bulldozer
I walk in this bitch like Carlos Mendez
I'm the most wanted, unapprehended
You fell in love with a video vixen
You trickin' away money that bitch gon' sniff with
Tax that bitch every chance I get
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
I'm balling on you niggas like Shawn Kemp
Walk in like Vince Carter, honey dip the rip
Dunk on a nigga like my name Tim
Dunk on a nigga like my name Slim
These niggas move like JJFish
I shoot my shot, I'm not gon' miss
I shoot my shot, a opp get hit
These niggas know what the fuck it is
Walk in and tell you what the fuck it is
They like, "What the fuck is up with him?"
Promoter don't want me in this club again
They ain't know we was gon' come up in that bitch with sticks
I'm not performing no song without my stick
If a bitch moves wrong, then a bitch get hit
Jump back in the car, yeah, it's me and my stick
Got gang with me and, bitch, gang got sticks
Fah-fah-fah, go to shooting off the rip
Quick Draw McGraw when I pull it off my hip
Walk in this bitch like long live Pap
Shoot a nigga in his face like long live him
Hit the niggas that he with like long live them
Bury a nigga and never see 'em again
Finna tattoo murder on my fucking forehead
This a Audi, not a motherfucking Corvette
Draco pop a hundred, Corvette, Corvette
This bitch still shooting, I'm not done yet
Walk in this bitch like the real Rx
And I left out that bitch like the real Rx
Real Rx
Yeah
Yeah
I walked in this bitch like Albino Steve
I got OG cookie like P90
They don't know much about us, they know we grimy
In the middle of the hood, where you gon' find me
I walk in this bitch like Rob Zombie
Thirty niggas sticked up, mobbing behind me
Up the glick broad day and catch a homi'
I could be anybody, I don't got a ID
I walk in this bitch like Vince McMahon
Blue and yellow diamonds look like Michigan
The opps shot, they shot and missed again
Papi balling, he never miss the rim
I walk in this bitch like Stack Bundles
Junkies fighting for the rock, royal rumble
Get the fuck out the trap, you ain't shopping
Get your shit and go, no need to stop here
I walk in this bitch like Tony Soprano
You talk bullshit, I ain't understanding
These niggas move like John Travolta
My niggas dressed up like twelve and pulled them over
Soon as them niggas got a little closer
Hit 'em with a handheld bulldozer
I walk in this bitch like Carlos Mendez
I'm the most wanted, unapprehended
You fell in love with a video vixen
You trickin' away money that bitch gon' sniff with
Tax that bitch every chance I get
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
I'm balling on you niggas like Shawn Kemp
Walk in like Vince Carter, honey dip the rip
Dunk on a nigga like my name Tim
Dunk on a nigga like my name Slim
These niggas move like JJFish
I shoot my shot, I'm not gon' miss
I shoot my shot, a opp get hit
These niggas know what the fuck it is
Walk in and tell you what the fuck it is
They like, "What the fuck is up with him?"
Promoter don't want me in this club again
They ain't know we was gon' come up in that bitch with sticks
I'm not performing no song without my stick
If a bitch moves wrong, then a bitch get hit
Jump back in the car, yeah, it's me and my stick
Got gang with me and, bitch, gang got sticks
Fah-fah-fah, go to shooting off the rip
Quick Draw McGraw when I pull it off my hip
Walk in this bitch like long live Pap
Shoot a nigga in his face like long live him
Hit the niggas that he with like long live them
Bury a nigga and never see 'em again
Finna tattoo murder on my fucking forehead
This a Audi, not a motherfucking Corvette
Draco pop a hundred, Corvette, Corvette
This bitch still shooting, I'm not done yet
Walk in this bitch like the real Rx
And I left out that bitch like the real Rx
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Writer(s): Carl-mikael Berlander, Chester Roscoe
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