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Split Decision
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rx Papi
Rx Papi
Performer
Gud
Gud
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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chester roscoe
Songwriter
Carl-Mikael Berlander
Carl-Mikael Berlander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gud
Gud
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Real Rx Yeah Yeah Real Rx Yeah, yeah Coronavirus all over the money Count that shit with my bare hands Hit a lick, do the Ric Flair dance Me and cuz used to share pants Drac' in my hand, I can airbend Pockets big as Yo Gotti forehead You goddamn right, I got that sack You bitch-ass niggas can't hold me back Oh shit, it's them, Neph and Pap Walk in this bitch for no reason in black Don't beef on the net, we don't get into that When I bump into him, I'm leaving him flat Glock going off like a snare drum Everybody getting hit, we don't spare none Up the Drac', start doing santería The work don't come back, ay Dios mía Widebody Cat, ain't no way you can keep up Them people ask questions, better say you ain't seen nothing Try to quit but can't give the lean up Daddy Yankee Drac', spit gasolina In the club, you gon' fuck up your re-up I don't gotta check the score, I know we up They turned their back, act like I need them Tinted up my Cartis so I don't see them Really sold dope from AM to PM Took OT trips with niggas BM She think I'm finna put her in a BM My opps at home wanna be him They talk 'bout what they gonna do when they see him But when they see me, they start freezing Strongarm rob one of you niggas for no reason Like taking candy from a baby, it's too easy Don't trust Neph and Pap, them niggas greasy Piss on an opp like Flea in Killa Season My opps run faster than Usain Bolt Pap in the hood where you can't go These niggas buying guns fo' show 5.56s'll flip a boat These niggas move weirder than Lil Boat Pistol whip you with the Glock, break your bone Drac' going off like bow, bow Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow No matter how big the load, bet I get it gone Every fifteen days I get a new phone On the bean and the Addy up all night long In the trap with more white than Post Malone Think a helicopter tryna follow me home I forgot how many Percs I was on If I still got drugs, I'm not going home I go in the house when the load gone Me and my brother went down a long road State to state, I'm still bringing my pole I refuse to go out sad 'bout a ho Bitch can't act right, then there go the door Another bitch walking in when you walking out It is what it is, what we talkin' 'bout
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