Love Dont Pay Da Bills

Lyrics

[Intro: Rx Papi] Uh, uh, uh Fuck you so loud for? My head hurt Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh! [Verse 1: Rx Papi] His bills due, but he can't cut them pills loose He fuck 'round with that money one time and they gon' kill dude Ain't got time for the funny games His stomach hurt from hunger pang He tried to buy a block Then he got robbed and shot by what's his name Baby mama movin' strange Dumb bitch think she know everything That boy done been through everything Seen murders and he barely blinked That boy a real block runner That boy a real curb stomper He'll chase you down 'bout a pound, he's a bird hunter He not a pitcher, he comin' straight He try and get you gone tonight The wildest stars come back to back We off codeine, not no fucking yak They called lil' bro a loose screw They barely even knew dude His grandma used to call him Doo But now she barely recognize him He try and paint the picture vivid They ain't want to visualize it He fightin' somethin' that's still inside him Play that boy, he'll kill your mama He grew up in a drug zone Born and raised in a battlefield He hustled up a hunnid thousand That shit felt like a half a million Pills don't really work like that They fuckin' with his nerves real bad They call that boy a pill-poppin' animal They don't understand it Bounce out broad day, bare face With that Drac' from another planet No gloves on, he gon' put you down Back in the wheel and get the fuck from 'round He got problems on this side of town Wearin' that hat whenever he ridin' 'round He ain't lettin' shit die down They frontin' and he could've died now They say he got a pride problem They say he got a big ego They know what he do to people That nigga toin' somethin' lethal They tellin' him, "Get in the booth" They beggin' him, "Stay out the street" But sometimes that's where he wanna be Nigga, you don't know shit 'bout me [Verse 2: Boobie Red] Jumped out the Porsche, landed on my feet Residue on me, been servin' all week Bought me a blick 'fore I got my ID Havin' nightmares, gun jammed in my sleep I still get out and get active, go Creed No time to be playin' hide 'n' seek Keep the cutter right beside me Too many Drac's, these bitches siamese Get loaded, my eyes Chinese Got a play on the way, he say he buyin' in Pull the fo' out and fryin' knees Lost 50, so I'm flyin' knees Signed a deal and I'm buying Ps Work clean on the crime scene Took a dub and ain't front a thing Still stuffin' cash in designer jeans Still hit the drank to make sure it's clean You get a script, don't play with my lean It's a button on the back to clear the scene Ain't shit sweet, nigga, I ain't green [Outro] What's wrong, Daddy? I know what's wrong with that crazy muthafucka He just stayin' by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't eat, you don't do a goddamn thing