One Foot In lyrics

[Intro]
Stop flexing your muscles, Jordan
Yeah, real Rx
Who the hell is Carlo?
Yuh
Yeah

[Verse]
I walk in this b*tch and put my mask on
Heat the stove up then put the glass on
Cook a new batch, I done ran through the last jawn
Got a mean wrist, they say Papi got his dad' arm
I was f*cked up but my b*tch put me back on
That's a real b*tch so she gotta get a fraction
Ain't sh*t sweet so you can't run it by me
How you know we sell crack? We all got SRT's!
Put the trap in my lil n*gga' baby momma' name
We got dawg food, e-pills, a whole lot of cane
Throw my buffs on, b*tch, Papi ain't tryna see a thang
Glock hit from long range, n*ggas go to movin' strange
AP on my wrist ain't from no f*ckin' rap streams
b*tch, I'm good in the hood, I get love from all the fiends
n*ggas in my hood love me likе I'm Marlo Stanfield
Pull a pistol on a opp like "pus*y n*gga, stand still"
Keep on flexin' with your man' monеy, get your man killed
They say Papi onna bullsh*t, ain't got no damn chill
I get high on them percs, man, let go of this damn wheel
They say the way I talk, I might scare away the damn deal
14-5'll get you a 31, give me 28 flat, I'll give you another one
Pure cocaine, always hit it with one on one
I beat the streets fair in square, I whooped that b*tch 1-on-1
There's n*ggas in my city that hate me that tell you I'm the one
When you seen Papi, ten times out of ten, I had my gun
I got my mask on, n*gga, way before corona virus
You see the strap drawn, wishin' up and down a n*gga try it
Percs kicked in, b*tch, they got me high out my mind
Got pulled over with the work, first one I'm callin' is my mom
n*ggas shot me in my back when I was out on double bond
Before they started snitchin', I walk in this b*tch like Nicky Barnes
Door swingin' back to back, auntie, what the f*ck you want?
Got me sweatin' in the kitchen, b*tch, you know I get it done
12 hit the block, b*tch, I hit the fence and I'ma jump
Don't nun' but cocaine get cooked in this house
Play with that money if you want and get cooked in this house
You'll get beat the f*ck up and booked in this house
I got codeine spillin' on my new Chrome Hearts shirt
Cup of codeine cost a new Chrome Hearts shirt
Back-to-back problems, sh*t gettin' on my nerves
Widebody cat, put this b*tch all on your curb
They say Papi too arrogant and way too absurd
My b*tch watched my pour the cup, she said that's way too much syrup
Rolled my Backwood, cuz said that's way too much herb
Glock hit a n*gga, blow his ass way over there
Green beans, red beans, money rags in the air
Come to think about it, I seen money rags everywhere
The trap bein' hard, n*gga, no we can't quit
I took half of my advance and I made that b*tch flip
I'm still in the hood, shootin' 4.56(?)
You try me, you gon' hear this big ass .45 spit
They know I'm drug rich, they say they I'm not, they on my di*k
The hood love Papi, always say I'm on my sh*t
Auntie begged me not to leave, she know I ain't gon' quit
I got one foot out, I'm keepin' one foot in