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mr. immune - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
yeah (i grew up fire, grew up fire)
uh

[verse 1: rxknephew]
b*tch get off my phone, what you did for me
that dumb sh*t it ain’t making you money
i’m not saying sh*t, trying to be funny
it come out my lip, it’s about getting money
tell the label eat d*ck, i need advance
i already got 5 pairs of amiri pants
b*tch i’m going sleep with my chain on
i don’t trust these hoes, like grandma raised me
these b*tches bad as sh*t and lazy
with my white ones, go to patrick swayze

[interlude: rxknephew and side b*tch]
h*llo? suck a big ass d*ck
you said huh? suck a big ass d*ck, that’s what
that’s how you feel? yeah
you ain’t even got a d*ck!
i’m the one that got the d*ck! (unintelligible)
aight i’m in the studio right now, you heard, you can call mе and cuss me out later no i’m not calling you
uh
yeah
yеah
[verse 2: rxknephew]
get off my phone with that dumb sh*t (b*tch)
you ain’t know they call me, been balling (b*tch)
been balling been balling baby
been balling can’t call it baby (been balling)
not your father baby (balling)
to the auction baby
been balling, not bout to ball on you (been balling)
chromeheart cost your rent
talk to me better make some sense
get off my live with that clout chasing sh*t
you know my name baby (been balling)
yeah
yeah
been balling
yeah
these rap n*ggas eating d*ck
the producers be eating d*ck
they must not heard ‘i forgot the beat’
i’m king von on them atlanta streets
hit that pirex with that 30 piece
you ain’t putting in no work, you ain’t getting the p’s
glock, boom, make them skip to the beat
b*tch i can’t even make a love song in peace
all my side b*tch wanna do is beef
don’t make my other b*tch come and beat yo ass up
she like rachael ray when she cooking up
b*tch talkin’ about book one hunnid flight
that defeat the purpose, you strip at night
b*tch, i ain’t never meet my crib tonight
please get from ’round me, i am not with domestic
that domestic price is not domestic violence
for my birthday want a glock with a siren
glock sound like donnie th*rnberry
white ones fresher than debbie th*rnberry
mommy talkin’ about i’m proud of you son
be happy i ain’t get k!lled, shut the f*ck up
one man army, that’s how i came up
american tterrorist, coulda did another one
every rap i spit be harder than these beats
glocks sound like bossup on the beats
american tterrorist was a beat placement
swear to god i don’t even know how he got my email
i looked out for bossup, rapped on his song
i got his ass put on the radio
he broke, home making beats in the bas*m*nt
he seen me buying audis, drive that b*tch to cali
had these amiris on bout five days
ain’t even f*ck my b*tch when i get off the plane
feel like i got covid from the za
donald trump ain’t here, i don’t read the paper
pandemic over, b*tch you broke as h*ll
nephew going up, b*tch tell me something new
bout to turn the engine in, put it on loop
got some more sh*t to say, yes i do
ima rap my ass off every time
ima trap my ass off every time
glock shake that ass every time
used to pop xan, couldn’t sleep at night
pap in the beamer, still getting money
they broke as sh*t, i’m still getting money
i hope xan man read the paper
i ain’t from dc but i’m in the paper
put me in the paper like wayne perry
i done bodied over four hunnid songs
shy glizzy couldn’t even did that
my chain don’t say cmg
i have rock for pnb
chain bigger than seventeen
kick rocks, i’m trying to kick these beans
brodie still trying to kick the lean
b*tch came, can’t even cook for me
walk*in drip more than lil reese
she like what the h*ll you did all week
this stomach hurt, stomach on eid
broke the bank, times 17
jumped off the porch before 17
neph, you sh*g it, wasn’t me
beat the pot with the left like b*tterbean
got the two tone glock with a custom beam
b*tch ain’t eating d*ck, get the f*ck from me
she like calm down neph, what the f*ck in them beans
b*tch free my dog out the godd*mn bean
ima own the account, i work for myself
i owe you what, your mental health
i should call them people and mention you got mental health
as a friend ima tell you, you need help
suicide for the weak, don’t k!ll yourself
in some situations you should k!ll yourself
can’t help you, you don’t want help yourself
you broke as sh*t, and don’t know nothing about wealth
ima die a legend, they don’t know about that
die for my hood, they don’t know about that
they ain’t got a hood and they can’t go back
i got a hood and i can’t go back
put two pounds on your head and get you k!lled
get a n*gga k!lled who i used to be cool with
feeling like boosie when he beat that murder
rondo number 9 with a little burner
nephew take your fall, i’m about to go first
told you my bags look like mondo burgers
they broke as sh*t and never heard of us
look dumb and goofy, look like class murd
why the h*ll they put pooh shiesty on a drill beat
that’s the dumbest sh*t i seen last year
they seen what i did to get here
2022 new peter gunz
told my b*tch i ain’t gonna get caught cheating
not trey songz or r kelly on the weekend
not even eating, so what are you chewing
you not getting money, so what are you doing
you’re not selling p*ssy, then what are you selling
you didn’t come with me, so why you jealous
tell your brother fall back, he ain’t getting sh*t
b*tch i got a juste glee wrist
i slide through that b*tch, look like shawn kemp
two tone glock, two pot, a b*tter rim
he said what he want, that’s why they f*ck with him
he look like a clown with them custom timbs
they like drop american tterrorist pt.2
bet you bossup won’t make that beat
bossup ain’t like i forgot the beat
i ain’t bout to pay you for beats with samples in it
how you sample marvin gaye and try to sell it
how you sample motown and try to sell it
just cause they die you can’t still sell it
i’m not bout to buy, can’t make no money from it
do not monetise this on youtube
i rather monetise me a beat placement
beat placements make way better beats
r2 *n*logue round, i cheat
they like d*mn he got unlimited health
ima drink this henny till i k!ll myself
i said ima quit but i lied
b*tch just tried to argue on my live
ain’t no henny or charlotte, i’m drinking ciroc
might go home with that hottie
took her downtown to a bougie spot
it cost a zip of za, she thought it was bougie
b*tch i can pay a band for a steak
b*tch got family dollar plates
you one cheap ass b*tch, dollar tree furniture
b*tch that lamp cost 20 dollars
it’s a futon, stop calling it a couch
do you hear that stupid sh*t coming out your mouth
big neph got smoke like he lil mouse
it’s an apartment, stop calling it your house
walk in with a cigarette in the b*tch house
been balling here, ashes on your couch
b*tch wanna be in my live getting clout
put my white ones on and walk out
four o outside, no engine light
your baby daddy got an engine light
she like how you know that, you don’t even know him
you right, but this 5.56 will fold him
that’s a f*cking fact, it is not an opinion
f*cking bullets the size of minions
they say neph earned it, he underprivileged
so many f*cking blogs put me in guinness
i’m bout to jump on the phone and roll the stove
told them i drink way more than stone cold
i might step in the ring with the row
i’m never the type to wear jabos
i’m true religion rob and i’m not that old
b*tch i came up stealing out of stores
i never bought from marshalls, i only stole
i ain’t go to school, b*tch i used the stove
i ain’t work for wendy’s or mcd’s
or get unemployment or ppp
the same n*gga who did the ppp
right now he need another ppp
the same n*gga with no ged
might tat my face like slump mask skee
got a fork in my face like hercules
they can say what they want but they ain’t hurting me
n*ggas praying another pandemic come
get off my phone, go put some work in
go make some shirts, get some merch then
go sell these pounds, find somebody to purchase
all big neph gon do, keep it tall
these n*ggas bite they nails, chin and all
glock hit yo ass like some draws
these n*ggas move like a bunch of bots
i can sign a deal tomorrow if i want
hang on your percentage, none
they want my b*tch like big pun
really shawty lo done done it all

told a thot get you what you want
pull over and sleep out the super 8 inn
at the waffle house got an all*star plate
she want to go to atlanta to stay
b*tch i know why you wanna go to atlanta
same reason my b*tch came to atlanta
b*tch i’d rather be fresh at the strip club
yall gon be in texas washed up
she like d*mn neph when the song gon end
b*tch wanna f*ck, the prolong gon end
them your friends, we all can’t go in
tell them hoes fall back, they ain’t hit my henny
look like johnny black sh*ll on jenny
punch a b*tch t**th out, she thought she was chrissy
look like a gorilla pimp from the fifties
b*tch i’ll slap a b*tch back to the sixties
make a b*tch hood turn into malaysians
make a b*tch disappear when the k spit
my left wrist look like flight 370
i fall off the map like flight 370
they say i got something to do with flight 370
where the f*ck is them flights from flight 370
where the bodies at from flight 370
auntie been smoking crack since the ‘70s
grandma was born 1953
she said she ain’t seen n0body with all the fiends
grandma said frank lucas ain’t do it like me
i believe grandma when she believe me
grandma had seventeen grandkids
nephew got eighteen crackheads
b*tch i’m out there til the pack dead
how the h*ll they talm ‘bout new covid
i jump on the flight thinking i got covid
b*tch talm ‘bout a condom, what ‘bout covid?
f*ck a b*tch with her mask on
get some head from a b*tch with her mask on
how the f*ck that matter, we all gon’ die
b*tch 23, a nurse, her ass died
she tried to tell me ‘bout getting vaccines
last time i got sick i drank some henny
one chit chatters will clear your nostrils up
that ain’t covid, b*tch, that withdrawal
b*tch sweating, i know that withdrawal
b*tch blowing her nose, that withdrawal
that ain’t covid, that’s withdrawal
b*tch coughing, throwing up, that’s withdrawal
b*tch die from dope, they blamed it on covid
neph die on henny, don’t blame it on covid
big neph uppercut the sh*t out of covid
they talking about college kid died, that was his brother
n*ggas doing clout chasing sh*t with each other
i never go clout chasing with my brother
out the blue, n*ggas act like they k!lling mothers
let’s talk about n*ggas with fake war stories
talkin’ ‘bout how they robbed something at 14
b*tch i robbed some sh*t at 23
33 55 and 63
lie cheat steal, talk ‘bout 93
be grimy as i can be long as i can breathe
won’t let a b*tch do me like eazy e
b*tch look me in my face, talkin’ ‘bout she clean
slide through that b*tch, look like missy elliott
bubble jacket better than missy elliott
i think that b*tch had a trash bag on
b*tches be sounding like trash bag on it
glock size of lil pump and smokepurpp
these n*ggas took the short school bus and went to church
big neph gon do this sh*t for pop smoke
how the h*ll all you n*ggas sound like pop smoke
n*gga got a fake deep voice like pop smoke
pop smoke didn’t even really sound like pop smoke
pop smoke brother said that wasn’t even pop smoke
he got cher powder and said he was pop smoke
go harder for pop smoke than they do for pop smoke
i ain’t even think fivio f*ck with pop smoke
im gon’ say what the f*ck i want out my lip
more new york hats than a neighbourhood crip
push up over here, get yo ass spent
wave that glock like petey pablo did
my ears ringing, i think they talkin’ bout me
they know i get them k!lled for talkin’ bout me
whole career on the line to get you k!lled
f*ck you, suck my d*ck and how you feel
all i hope is bam get that appeal
i bail ‘em out and then get you k!lled
don’t ever say neph take that deal
i’ll take that deal, buy a hunnid audis
tell empire last night i need advance
next week we gon have that advance
im like b*tch i guess i’m signing to empire
if i don’t i ain’t getting the money from empire
think i signed to die to line, he a big liar
im not the caboose, im the one in front, top messiah
yall gon’ have to k!ll me like yall did pop smoke
ima have a glock, b*tch im not pop smoke
i walk out like max b ready to go
n*ggas sit in salons and they paint nails
i hate a bougie b*tch acting fake
b*tch got steak cuz i order steak
b*tch don’t even know how to cut the steak
my timbs on a b*tch coffee plate
jump on a b*tch bed with my moncler on
she like “god d*mn, you ain’t gon’ take it off?”
h*ll nah b*tch, i ain’t wifey material
withdrawal, ate a bowl of cereal
walk in masked up, rey mysterio
i ain’t wanna bump lil durk out the stereo
pull up with a two tone glock
they like d*mn, you love two tones a lot
these b*tches be two tone with two faces
two tone tuff two go to racing
two tone tuff tony always coming by
wrist in the pot like look at him mate
they tried to book me for shows in australia
they know im the hood version kangaroo jack
gunna last album was wack
i ain’t even listen to it but i think it’s wack
i’m still mad about him talking to twelve
if he explain it, i’ll prolly give it a spin
f*ck your rolly, talk about what you did
for the right price i could f*ck any b*tch
i told my b*tch i know you could be gone
she looking at me like i said something wrong
he got more money than me, you could be gone
need to focus on my money, get on
you talkin about dogs in a nice house
but got not one plan to get that house
i don’t got a loan, b*tch, i made that
i’ma go spend it, cuz i made that
i broke the bank, went and bought all clothes
like a dumb n*gga with a deal and all for
its my life, b*tch, i want it all
i get pulled over with the glock and all
if they try to search me, i woulda spun
deuce five size a big cliffray
walk in that b*tch like back up b*tch
always got the gl!ck when i walk up b*tch
all these interviews, i’m going ar*ab
im starting to see why ar*ab did it
tell a b*tch n*gga i’ll get you k!lled
you ain’t did what i did, you can get k!lled
set a n*gga up, i was cool and get him k!lled
im going bishop, k!lling all my friends
they like god d*mn neph, what he did
im really gta, ain’t the six
i came up on pork fried rice from kibs
me and unc ride around in the caravan
unc when the h*ll them percs gon come
in the driveway, bout to beat unc up
neph outside anytime the script come
b*tch didn’t pay this shirt lip up
unc lip sucking like get some
boy don’t get a glock, go get one
boy say he got a glock, ain’t rob one
i told that b*tch i don’t got time for this
im not teaching the bible
im not teaching you not to be trifle
i know that you bad and you want your own
you look through my phone, i walk out your life
you want this d*ck, its a price
im in the pim b*tch send me a kite

- rxknephew lyrics

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