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faneto - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yuh
yuh
drugrixh
yeah
dawgsh*t records
yeah
aye aye aye aye
yeah yeah yeah yeah

[verse 1: rxknephew]
my white ones look like jesus gave them to me
i know the reason why they hatin’
drunk off the henny, i’m speed racin’
move out to cali, i need daytons (yuh)
i talk that dogsh*t, they can’t talk, them n*ggas broke as sh*t
with the medicaid card i just broke my wrist
pop out the cut with a dirty*ass gl!ck
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
i will put the glock down and beat your ass
where the liquor store at? i need another pint
f*ck on your b*tch, kick her out the next day
rusty glock look like a b*tch named nancy
i will leave a b*tch dead body in the pantry
feel like chief keef droppin’ on the stereo
aye aye aye
play with me, this sh*t’ll get ugly like chief keef
this glock gon’ hit you, make you sh*t like lil reese
all of my opps, they broke as sh*t, they fell off like sd
i pull up by my f*cking self with my glock, hit dirty d
yeah
b*tch
yeah
[verse 2: slitherman and rxknephew]
don’t play with me, b*tch
thirty on me size yo gotti head
i’ll take a n*gga out the d*mn picture
i’m off of molly, not liquor
slitherman k!ll rx nephew
all the opps got d*ck in they mouth
i will k!ll a b*tch and straight sacrifice her
slitherman make camroc k!ll mekhi phifer
slitherman out the blue
run down on you
three words i love: i will k!ll you
slitherman [?]
give me the word, i’ll pull up and off him
nyeoom
give me the pack, run on em
what the f*ck he talkin’ about “i will rob you”
i will beat a b*tch ass from 0 to 100
i’ma keep your money, that’s how i keep it 100
grimy ahh n*gga, he sleep with the money
stole and i’m even kaneev with the money
put fentanyl on the weed for the money
b*tch suck d*ck she need some money
b*tch sell p*ssy, she think i don’t know
trap with me, b*tch, we need to ghost
[verse 3: rxknephew]
who the f*ck at the door?
i’m getting high, i need some water
fresh as a b*tch, my jeans your father
opp tryin’ to hide ’til we caught him
beat his ass with the bb like his father
roll the backwood, i’ma smoke ’til the end
when i say dreads everywhere i mean it
when them sh*ts hit the floor i’ma clean it
you can’t hit my henny, i really mean it
godd*mn i’m ’bout to rap like jumbo
got two crates in the back of the old school
i’m fresh as sh*t, don’t touch me my boy
pretty please don’t touch my henny my boy
that my last time askin’ my boy
tie your legs and arms my boy
this robbery go calmly my boy
watch how the f*ck you’re talkin’ my boy

[verse 4: rxknephew]
beat a b*tch with a f*cking stove
tell a plug they can suck d*ck
tell a label they can eat d*ck
next time i’m driving with the stick
i’m crackin’, hit deebo with a brick
i’ll k!ll you for taxing on a zip
i’m going for my brother, he crip
new york hat on my head
n*ggas thinkin’ i’m they bullcrip
i have more js than lil flip
i’ll do way more than bust your lip
let an opp grimy can neph did
f*ck all the opps, all the n*ggas b*tch
i will slap the sh*t out any producer
b*tch i robbed my last jeweler
that n*gga scary i ain’t did sh*t to him
up the gl!ck and i get to moving
i can get the trap shakin’ and moving
they see neph and pap they ain’t gon’ do sh*t
break in your sh*t, start looting
sticks in this b*tch, they not acoustic
when the opps see me they like “you on bullsh*t”
got one gl!ck, matter of fact got two of em
put that on g when i see em i’m showing them
let me get on my dogsh*t (yuh)
i’ma get on my dawgsh*t records flow, hold on hold on hold on

[verse 5: rxknephew]
i took a trip and came back, the b*tch thought i was gone (yeah)
auntie came and blowed me up, she said you take too long (yeah)
i f*cked that b*tch before the booth to get her satisfied
unc got his credit for the day, i got him satisfied (yeahh)
that dawgsh*t music flow (yeahhhh)
what you need b*tch just pop home and let me know (yeahhh)
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye b*tch
yeah
yeah
yeah

[outro]
y’all thought i was gonna loop it not this time

- rxknephew lyrics

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