Ya Father lyrics

[Intro]
Yuhh
Real Rx

[Verse 1]
n*gga did the beat nice, came straight
I walk in this b*tch with a brick of 'caine
My daddy sold dope, I feel like Cain
I walk in this b*tch like Sugar Shane
They like, "Yeah, this the Papi that we miss"
"That other n*gga just be popping sh*t"
Talk to me crazy, shoot you in your sh*t
Can't leave a witness, shoot you and your b*tch
I use to think my uncle was somebody
Had me fooled my whole life, that n*gga a b*tch
My dad sold more dope than Ronald Raegan
Walk in the trap like, "Let the games begin"
Unc been smoking work since I was six
Aunty been bugging out on some sh*t
I remember whеn I asked my mom for some cash
My facial exprеssion was sick as a b*tch
I been robbing n*ggas since a baby
I'll rob a n*gga while he with his baby
White gold cuban, bust down HD
They prayed on my downfall and they hate me
If I get caught, I ain't changing sh*t
We all know who's lips could sink a ship
My aunty so fake, siddity b*tch
I be on some dirty, grimy, gritty sh*t
Y'ain't gotta f*ck with me or like me
I'm icier than a hoe, so icy
You gay if you want n*ggas to like you
I sold crack in middle school and high school
Shout out my muh'f*cking n*gga [?]
Only n*gga sell you thirty dollar beans
I walk in this b*tch like Trey Jeans
I'm so high I forgot where I put my keys
Who the f*ck you talking to?
Like what the f*ck you wanna do?
b*tch don't die cause you off the boot
Glock knock a n*gga clean out his boots
They deleted my songs, that was horsesh*t
Whole half on the eighth, that's broke sh*t
I seen yo interview, that sh*t was corny
n*ggas only get views cause they mention me
I'll walk in this b*tch like H and D
n*gga we don't play games, we play for keeps
I'll run a n*gga baby mama over in a Jeep
Reverse and run that b*tch back over in a Jeep
My momma said "Baby when the last time you got sleep?"
Ion know, my head been f*cking with me
I heard these n*ggas upped they bounty
Well I'm strapped, so is every n*gga around me
They say papi, you a f*cking hot head
I'm a pill popper, and I'm a pothead
Crack out the cut like "What the f*ck you said?"
Said it behind my back, now say it again
n*gga these streets ain't got no love
I had to pistol whip my own blood
That's what happen when n*ggas think they tough
Glock transform like Shia Leboeuf
Walk in this b*tch like enough is enough
Ion like boujie hoes, my b*tch rough
Check my rap sheets I sold all kinds of stuff
In the trunk, a n*gga a get stuff
You think you the sh*t cause you big and buff
Hit em with the Glock and fold em up
You better respect yo motherf*cking jaw
Glock got four legs on it like a dog
They like "Papi, how the f*ck that made sense at all?"
It didn't but b*tch don't lie, that was hard
I'm Hitman when I'm completing the job
My sh*t hitting like Pearl Harbour
Drake make a n*gga crump in the yard
Look like Chris Brown from Stomp the Yard
Drake leave a n*gga slumped on his car
Reload the drake, give em' a encore
I pick up everytime your aunt call
She don't like me but that's still my f*cking dawg
She say she need two fifties of hard
Audi pulled up in the front yard
I rap about Audis cause i really buy em
When they rap about Audis they really lying
These n*ggas broke and don't got swag
Identity crisis looking for a dad
Why the f*ck you think they call me Pap?