Uncle Luke lyrics

by

Rx Papi


[Intro: sample & Rx Papi]
Dunder Mifflin, this is Jordan France
Yuh
Hey Kelly
Real Rx

[Verse: Rx Papi]
Gun in my hand, a b*tch better move
On the wakeup, the first thing I do is boo
Walked in this b*tch like Uncle Lou
Creased-up di*kies like Uncle Snoop
Walked in this b*tch like, "What it do?"
Loudmouth b*tch, who the f*ck is you?
The trap house jump like Sky Zone
I made thirty-thousand on my iPhone
Another fifteen on my side phone
Percocets got my mind gone
AP got three different time zones
It's Tris or Wock in my styrofoam
I ride alone with the firearm
A n*gga play, put a bounty on him
Catch him in public and firе on him
I walk in this b*tch like Styles P
I don't need no stylist to style mе
I freestyle, but style ain't free
These n*ggas gettin' they style from me
Feel like a white boy in Laguna Beach
I got coke residue in a pair of Laguna jeans
My mama trippin' 'bout the smell
My b*tch trippin' for Chanel
Back to back, they callin' my cell
Gimme a break, what the hell?
There's n*ggas prayin' to see me fail
People said it was better when I was in jail
How the f*ck you gon' say that to a n*gga?
Up the gun and take the pack from a n*gga
You be tough, we spinnin' back on n*ggas
Like a dyke b*tch, put the strap on n*ggas
Big bank take li'l bank, my bank bigger
This sh*t'll get uglier than Rah Digga
I crack out to the function like that n*gga
I'm 823 ain't no set trippin'
Big Papi Locster, what's the business?
I scream, "Ayo [?]", this b*tch'll get lit
Big-ass Bulldog on my hip
Cuz wylin', he on bullsh*t
I'm on a white cup full of meds
Up the Glick and put a n*gga to bed
Swing the Drac', take off a n*gga leg
Give a sh*t or damn what the f*ck I said
Don't make me bust your f*ckin' head
Glock go off and a b*tch get hit
Every n*gga around me jack Crip
I say the word, then they on ten
All the opps can eat di*k
I got more money than all them n*ggas
Put 'em together, I still got more money
These n*ggas broke, dirty and bummy, stank, musty and hungry
This a band for my Audi keys
I lost them b*tches three times already
What I spent on replacement keys
I could've bought my sister a Chevy
Papi move like Ox from Belly
A b*tch'll get shot in the belly
Real Rx, what the f*ck you gon' tell me?
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