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rx papi - dark days freestyle lyrics

[intro]
could ask anybody they gon tell you i’m+this really that

[verse 1]
bounce out the car he took flight
you’ll think that he ran track
he was aiming for his face
he made us put em in his back
we leave the gram for the b+tches
we don’t do the tip for tap
we just put that hot sh+t on n+ggas
you can’t get them back
n+ggas hanging out on corners
they gon die on
a drill beat the only thing
them little n+ggas slide on
g23 with a b+tton ion care
if it’s five of them they jump
in the wheel i’m tryna k!ll
told brodie following them
they don’t see me i’m too sneaky
i be creeping look like halo man
ya big homie got his gun took
this the n+gga that y’all following?
she don’t suck d+ck she getting
kicked i ain’t with all the childish sh+t
push a b+tton let it glide i ain’t even
gotta drive this b+tch 2024 push b+tton
doors i’m in some stylist sh+t
[bridge]
tell her friends i’m that n+gga
it’s a k!ller who she riding with
funeral and wakes we put the
oops through all kinds of sh+t
we gon shoot try to knock you out ya boots

[verse 2]
f+ck all the hollering
the way little bro shoot
you’ll think he tryna get a scholarship
flame ya whole block broadway
they say we wild as sh+t
papi really that them n+ggas
popped they really ass
drop my name in a diss
hoping they will get a mention
hit ya block with a switch
we turned n+ggas into victims
b+tch ass so fat every time she walk
look like she twitching
little bro will dump it
and then reload it that
little n+gga go to glitching
we was taught to get on close
we don’t be shooting from a distance
we stand over n+ggas personally
make sure them n+ggas feel it
i ain’t the type to go diss for diss n+gga i’ll k!ll you
you had a run when we was young
but that sh+t dead you n+ggas finished
i really pop out with a b+tton
and 30k like f+ck the gimmick
shiesty on they know it’s me
cause i ain’t tuck the pendant
[bridge]
we call brody trampoline
he catch a opp and he gon flip him
long nose g17 this b+tch like scotty pippen
she see papi scratching itching
tell her friend “like papi tripping”

[verse 3]
i got bucks sl+ts shut the f+ck up and mind ya business
i’m a product of the trenches
aim at ya noggin and we split it
if ain’t no profit i ain’t with it
i need money dollars digits
johnny impala sliding tinted
soon as we spot him hop out get him
he tried to run and went went to tripping
soon as he stumbled brody fl!cked him
he got stood over he was finished
we pull off sliding laughing giggle
they know we wild they know we vicious
we treat the johnny like a stick shift
who gon say that i ain’t that?
i put that bag on your head and that’s a wrap
i had that bag way before i ever thought about a rap
i’m known for jumping out robbing sliding
audis back to back and when you see me
on that corner you know papi got that sack
i’m the heroin man around my way
i serve the smack i leave most them
n+ggas sick cause i put d+ck up in they b+tch
i bounce out fresh as f+ck two hundred thousand
for my kick i got dog i got pit but i’m tryna go legit
he signed a deal for sixty thousand sh+t i drop
that on my wrist he went and brought a 36
i would’ve got that for my b+tch
when we shoot we don’t miss all net it sound like (kush kush kush) we gon empty out the clip before we jump
back in the whip they rap about made up shootings that sh+t don’t even exist
[bridge]
drop diss after diss and they still ain’t did sh+t
drop addy’s to every show but them n+ggas never slid
bro say why i’m still into beef when i’m starting to get big i could be 20 million up that ain’t gon change the way i live

[verse 4]
they started smoke they gotta go them n+ggas know
just what they did we got the drop by three o’clock
we came through shooting up the crib stick in a knot
it make it hard for me try to tuck in it
he did some floss sh+t one time i never f+cked with him again he dropped at the bus stop they’ll never catch the bus again twenty thousand in amiris it’s a light day i bust on her lip then i dip i wish i might stay it’s one in the head in her bed i wish she might play i get to that pot throw on that glove i feel like mic j i done seen and did a lot of sh+t i can’t not say little brody shoot tryna execute get you out my way you brought a deuce and tried to bring it back? f+ck out my face you’ll think the gang do graffiti cause we all spray sh+t was never easy me and brody came from hard days they caught him with his b+tch and let it fl!ck then made him part ways a whole month straight we gave the oops a bunch of dark days

[outro]
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me dawg like worda bro

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