Chris Angel 30 Shot lyrics

[Chorus: RXK Nephew & Rx Papi]
Grandma, she told me to stay out them streets
My number keep changing, I'm moving discreet
I feel like them demons be getting to me
I ain't ask for this sh*t, I was made for the street
Pop a Percocet 'cause I hurt my teeth
In the trap, I get money, I don't sleep
Play with me, choppa take you off your feet
This the fourth time she called the police this week
Young n*gga running round juggin' and servin'
Shooter pull out, he jump out a Suburban
Left wrist on the pot go Ike Turner
Beat up a big 8th, n*gga that's murder
Can't come 'round my way without a burner
DrugRixh Papi, I'm numero uno
We up with the mexicans, watch ? mundo
Glock on a stick, make him dance like the limbo

[Verse: Rx Papi]
Keep the fork on the drop, keep the drop out the faucet
I pull up, I'm shooting, I do not want talking
Maison Margielas on me when I'm walking
I got this house and I drip like a dolphin
I gotta stay lowkey, keep the police up off me
I rather tear sh*t 'cause I don't do talking
Gotta stay focused, the wrong move'll cost me
You ain't talking money, then that's where you lost me
Stamp these ?, I wanna rob him, he cool with my tío
I don't give a f*ck if he know the Migos
I bring a pistol when I'm around people
Glock 1-9, it's filled with hollows
Slime a n*gga out, do you like ?
Glick up on me, you won't see tomorrow
40 one rollie, this not a Audemars
[Chorus: RXK Nephew & Rx Papi]
Grandma, she told me to stay out them streets
My number keep changing, I'm moving discreet
I feel like them demons be getting to me
I ain't ask for this sh*t, I was made for the street
Pop a Percocet 'cause I hurt my teeth
In the trap, I get money, I don't sleep
Play with me, choppa take you off your feet
This the fourth time she called the police this week
Young n*gga running round juggin' and servin'
Shooter pull out, he jump out a Suburban
Left wrist on the pot go Ike Turner
Beat up a big 8th, n*gga that's murder
Can't come 'round my way without a burner
DrugRixh Papi, I'm numero uno
We up with the mexicans, watch ? mundo
Glock on a stick, make him dance like the limbo