Sanctioned lyrics

Real Rx!

Walk in the trap and smell like a sh*tty pamper
Glock stuck in my jeans I'm not dancin'
She wanna hold hands and be romantic
I'm a trap n*gga I don't get into that
I will up the stick, leave a n*gga flat
Spin the opp block where them n*ggas at
Tried to take off and run like Ricky
Guess he ain't know the Glock come with a 50
These n*ggas move like Diggy
The drake'll make you move like Shiggy
I'm shootin if this sh*t look iffy
Mixin in a bowl like Jiffy
Pull up in a Camaro like Desperado
Know damn well Desperado ain't have no Camaro
I still jump out with a double barrel
Then go straight through like two double arrows
You could meet me at Senoco or Valero
I walk in this b*tch like f*ck the dress code
I used to sell crack to my neighbor next door
Pray to every God my mama never know
I remember the day she found out like yesterday
I told her I'm hustlin for a better way
You ain't never gone and buy me Michael J's
Every kid in my class got the new J's
I used to go to sleep hungrier than a b*tch
Get high start wonderin a buncha sh*t
Sometimes it don't or do make sense
When it don't I grab my drink and sip
Even when it do I grab the cup and sip
No matter what I just can't quit
Perc 10 help me when I'm safe
Knock you out like the n*gga from the Knicks
I walk in this b*tch like a dead man
Big ass backwood with a dead man
Roll it and stuff the dreads in
This sh*t my new favorite strain
Up the glick on you and your man
These n*ggas my sons they dress like me!
Papi Sanctioned 823!
Swing the Drac' like a ape in a tree!
5.56 put your face on your knees!
These n*ggas think they Hercules
Ain't no way in hell a n*gga hurtin me
These n*ggas is lil herbs to me
I walk in this b*tch with the stick in my jeans, they heard the shot but they never seen it
I walk in this b*tch like im [?]
Glick come out my draws ima bang it
Trap full of white like we Albanian
They say Papi the devil Tasmanian
b*tch I'm throwin Crip like OT!
I'm more Crip than Snoop D-O-Double G!
Check the watch it's 8:23
My b*tch bad she got 2 C's
These n*ggas move like Lil Cease
Up the glick make a n*gga freeze
When I'm in Brooklyn I'm with the lowest
I will put 31 shots through your throat
They say Papi chill you do the most
Whole time he saw me I ain't never spoke
I ain't gettin loud I ain't raisin my voice
My n*gga'll kill you to feed his brother
I get you gone for a couple hundred
Tadoe whackin n*ggas for K2 pouches
Papi good in the street I don't need a voucher
I'm not dancin in front of n*ggas houses
We been block shootin up n*ggas houses
Dont give a f*ck if you in it or out it
If you ridin with that n*gga you dyin with em it ain't no way you gettin out it
If you not gone shoot when you get in my car do me a favor and get the f*ck out it
I ride with my glick by my lonely
Me and my Glock like Manolo and Tony
But he ain't gone do no hoe sh*t on me
These n*ggas wanna see me like Mo3
I wish them shooters was with Mo3
Long live Pimp C and Dope B
Free Bobby and Rowdy and all the G's
If it start at 8 I'm comin 8:23
I walk in this b*tch like I got wings
Glock make a n*gga look Vietnamese
Beat him with it til he speak Chinese
b*tch I'm 823
Sanctioned n*gga, real rx!