Paul Bearer
I got the jays waking up early
Watch them bitches they'll do you dirty
State to state with the loads I'm working
Play crazy need a paul bearer
Smoking dope got da wheel burning
Never hate, nigga wait your turn
It ain't what you take boy it's about what you earn
And you better wait it out
Them claims dropped, gotta fill it out
It ain't shit left for to talk about
I ran it up out my momma house
I need a crib like Obama house
I'm having paper no running out
Aye
Work in nigga, place your order
I bag of the P by the half or the quarter
Spoil her, I treat bitch like my daughter
I'm in VA but da plug stay in Georgia
If the neck right gotta record her
Bitch I'm the voice like Tom Joyner
Off the dope you can smell the aroma
Zaza, put your ass in a coma
Bitch I'm up, I'ma stoner
Your bitch gone eat up this boner
Stick in the bag, beat a bitch like Broner
EK just pass me the damn jay
These niggas be capping they damn gay
I'm with lil mace put the work in the ashtray
These niggas think that they past me
But these niggas really in last place
I'm with Breezo from the 4
Don't go to the doctor just pour me a 4
She ain't sucking dick the bitch gotta go
3 6 To lit but they already know
I sold him soap but he brought cash for some dope
I'm in the club all white like the pope
Got bitches waiting yeah they stand by the door
Steady talking about zips but I knew he was poor
I can't hang with Niggas, I can't do it no more
These niggas ain't really too fluent no more
You shot the nigga why you do it so close?
Damn I got blood on my fazos
I'ma make the boy dance with this draco
Got a real deal plug out in Clayco
If you make the wrong move then the case closed
Boy you better not do it
I'm with a Lil Wop like oh let's do it
And I'm sipping Wock got too much fluid
Bitch on my dick because she like my music
I make the sprite change colors polluted
Nigga street cred gone, gotta renew it
I got to stick on, know Ima use it
I got to stick on, know I'm a shooter
I got the jays waking up early
Watch them bitches they'll do you dirty
State to state with the loads I'm working
Play crazy need a paul bearer
Smoking dope got the wheel burning
Never hate, nigga wait your turn
It ain't what you take boy it's about what you earn
And you better wait it out
Them claims dropped, gotta fill it out
It ain't shit left for to talk about
I ran it up out my momma house
I need a crib like Obama house
I'm having paper no running out
Aye
Work in nigga, place your order
I bag of the p by the half or the quarter
Let's Fuckin Do It
Watch them bitches they'll do you dirty
State to state with the loads I'm working
Play crazy need a paul bearer
Smoking dope got da wheel burning
Never hate, nigga wait your turn
It ain't what you take boy it's about what you earn
And you better wait it out
Them claims dropped, gotta fill it out
It ain't shit left for to talk about
I ran it up out my momma house
I need a crib like Obama house
I'm having paper no running out
Aye
Work in nigga, place your order
I bag of the P by the half or the quarter
Spoil her, I treat bitch like my daughter
I'm in VA but da plug stay in Georgia
If the neck right gotta record her
Bitch I'm the voice like Tom Joyner
Off the dope you can smell the aroma
Zaza, put your ass in a coma
Bitch I'm up, I'ma stoner
Your bitch gone eat up this boner
Stick in the bag, beat a bitch like Broner
EK just pass me the damn jay
These niggas be capping they damn gay
I'm with lil mace put the work in the ashtray
These niggas think that they past me
But these niggas really in last place
I'm with Breezo from the 4
Don't go to the doctor just pour me a 4
She ain't sucking dick the bitch gotta go
3 6 To lit but they already know
I sold him soap but he brought cash for some dope
I'm in the club all white like the pope
Got bitches waiting yeah they stand by the door
Steady talking about zips but I knew he was poor
I can't hang with Niggas, I can't do it no more
These niggas ain't really too fluent no more
You shot the nigga why you do it so close?
Damn I got blood on my fazos
I'ma make the boy dance with this draco
Got a real deal plug out in Clayco
If you make the wrong move then the case closed
Boy you better not do it
I'm with a Lil Wop like oh let's do it
And I'm sipping Wock got too much fluid
Bitch on my dick because she like my music
I make the sprite change colors polluted
Nigga street cred gone, gotta renew it
I got to stick on, know Ima use it
I got to stick on, know I'm a shooter
I got the jays waking up early
Watch them bitches they'll do you dirty
State to state with the loads I'm working
Play crazy need a paul bearer
Smoking dope got the wheel burning
Never hate, nigga wait your turn
It ain't what you take boy it's about what you earn
And you better wait it out
Them claims dropped, gotta fill it out
It ain't shit left for to talk about
I ran it up out my momma house
I need a crib like Obama house
I'm having paper no running out
Aye
Work in nigga, place your order
I bag of the p by the half or the quarter
Let's Fuckin Do It
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Writer(s): Daylan Bates
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