Aunty On BS lyrics

[Intro :Rx Papi]
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[Verse 1: Rx Papi]
Aunty why you be on that bull sh*t
I ain’t got time for that where the f*ck I put that 8 ball
Ay where Tanya at who the f*ck is that in that Pontiac camera on the wall I’m watching that you been gone for a week where you shopping at stayed down in the trap
Until I made me a profit f*cked up a n*gga work but I bought it back Dawgsh*t Records top Dawg of that this dope ain’t gon sell itself and ion need ya mother f*cking help papi why you talking like that cause that’s how I feel give a f*ck about rap I’m in the field know how many times I f*cked up my b*tch work she said you working with the work put it in work yet if it’s a drought on pills imma prеss it myself don’t worry about me worry about yourself auntiе came short at the window here you go again she knocking hard as f*ck and yelling and let her in

[Chorus: Rx Papi]
Aunty why you on that bullsh*t (Why You On That Bullsh*t)
Why you on that bullsh*t (Why You On That What? Yeah Yeah)
Aunty why you on that bullsh*t
Aunty on that bullsh*t (She On That Bullsh*t)
I ain’t got time for that (I Ain’t Got Time For That)
Where the f*ck I put that 8 ball (Where The f*ck My 8 Ball)
Aye where Tanya at (Aye Where The f*ck Tanya at)
Aye where Tanya at (Aye Where Tanya At)
Aye where Tanya at (Aye Where Tanya At)
Huh Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2: RXK Nephew]
Who the hell gon make the run for some cut
UNC pass the limit throwing up ion need no P I own this b*tch
Me and pap like the dope boy brother Jonas
When you speak to me better speak with (?)
Old schools in the back June Bugg on the cream
Anything you see me with never plain Jane
Only two of us with 27 strains who killed Kenny
UNC hit the dope then he died then he came back alive like Kenny
UNC tweaking think he hitting my henny
White ones on my feet like they fendi
Get the hell out the way one hit of this dope will start off a rave b*tch from the hood she done beat a gun case I carried that b*tch everyday that’s my favorite
They say the dope we got overrated

[Verse 3: Rx Papi]
f*ck out my face b*tch I ain’t got sh*t for you
Whatever you need I can get it to you
For a small feed I’ll cook it for you
Aunty said where you been I’ve been looking for you
It don’t stick to the pot like cooking oil
Cut my last b*tch off cause she wasn’t loyal
These hoes for everybody they never for you
I walk in fresher than big smoke ezel through a b*tch window aunty on that bullsh*t don’t time for it
She tryna send me and nephew (?)
She getting boujee hitting dope like (?)
[Chorus: Rx Papi]
Aunty why you on that bullsh*t (Why You On That Bullsh*t)
Why you on that bullsh*t (Why You On That What? Yeah Yeah)
Aunty why you on that bullsh*t
Aunty on that bullsh*t (She On That Bullsh*t)
I ain’t got time for that (I Ain’t Got Time For That)
Where the f*ck I put that 8 ball (Where The f*ck My 8 Ball)
Aye where Tanya at (Aye Where The f*ck Tanya at)
Aye where Tanya at (Aye Where Tanya At)
Aye where Tanya at (Aye Where Tanya At)
Huh Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah