Potholes Lyrics – Rx Papi
Singer: Rx Papi
Title: Potholes
Yuh
Who the hell is Carlo
Real RX
Yuh
Put yo mothaf#ckin mask on
Auntie knocking on the damn door on b#llsh#t
It’s 5 in the morning, auntie, chill with your b#llsh#t
She tryna sell me games and a whole bunch of b#llsh#t
Glock bigger than Lebron, b#tch, I’m not with the b#llsh#t
This Draco beat sh#t down like Carlo
Wit a white b#tch, she like “Who the hell is Carlo?”
Dopeboy pull up in a Monte Carlo
BM credit f#cked up, b#tch can’t get a car loan
Walk right out her life like her daddy
Straight drop got unc higher than a laddy
I’m the one who make straight drop taste like oxtail
Back the f#ck up, I’m fresher than a b#tch, back the f#ck up
2 beans, 3 beans, jaw clenching and I’m booted
Way before that n#gg# {?} n#gg# we {?}
n#gg# f#ckin with my brother, be a homicide shooting
Sold more dope than Eazy-E, b#tch we really ruthless
Scream “REAL RX” when I walk in this b#tch
Boy, I’m booted as a f#ck and I’m talking my sh#t
Where the f#ck is the bogies, I need one bad
If a n#gg# move wrong, Imma bust his #ss
Fresh Timbs on, n#gg#, stomp a hole in yo #ss
You see Papi in the kitchen with a bowl full of glass
He though he was gon’ make it ’til we rolled on his #ss
And his mans ain’t loyal cuz he told on his #ss
Imma walk up in that b#tch, throw the stove like I’m mad
Imma beat the bowl like that b#tch stole out the stash
Trap house pawn shop, they selling gold for the glass
b#tch stomach growling, better hit a lick, you wanna eat
Baby said she made a band today, I told her do it again
Thought the last batch was good, well b#tch, watch me do it again
Auntie knocking on the door, she got her twin twin twin
If she do the special knock then imma let her #ss in
Auntie got a lotta questions and she know I got answers
Hit the work, now she dancing like a TikTok dancer
I make dopeboy music, not TikTok anthems
Imma rerock, stretch it, not a TikTok rapper
Shoot you and then we get your b#tch shot after
Fishtail, highspeed, I don’t know what happened
Auntie call my phone more than my b#tch
I’m really getting sick and tired of auntie’s sh#t
Big Neph right there when auntie get sick
Big Neph on time cuz I know how auntie get
Oh sh#t, that’s Neph and Pap in that b#tch with 2 for 10
Same young #ss n#gg#, still wake up serving {?}
Work taste like barbeque baby back ribs
Got my grandaddy so high, {?}
A statue of a fool made of stone
An image of a man
Who the hell is Carlo
Who let love slip through his hand
And then let him stand there, all alone
b#tch sell p#ss# outta DoubleTree
{?} #ss n#gg#, he ain’t wit it, get away from me
Little #ss Glock hit like Who The Hell Is Carlo
Spanish n#gg# offer me a pound out a Monte Carlo
Little #ss bullets, same size like a Mini Tahoe
2 sips out of Pap cup had me gone
Trap house, Nate Dogg licks, different area codes
Brodie told me “watch that n#gg#”, he think something wrong
f#ck it, I should do that n#gg# in, f#ck the prolong
Brodie on a bean, he off the jiggaboo
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