Paper Cuts (feat. Josie3Playa)
So much paper round me I just caught a paper cut
Gas so loud I swear to God it woke the neighbors up
Droppin' numbers in the city had to call these boys bluff
Spend a 50 then a hundred choppa spray like airbrush
If you scared den go to church told dat bitch I stay alert
Make dat lil hoe eat a perc dat boy broke he need a nurse
Niggas ain't seein' me knock it off I'm da one dat fuckin' popped it off
Picked her up dropped her off this is a pent house it's not a loft
Pull-up in cars we be back to back trap out the building no contract
Plastic Glock on me it's matte black when you hear dat money counter step back
Niggas too broke I know what it be swear dat boy know he ain't fuckin' wit me
She ain't my type I'm pressin' delete he seen me wit her now he suckin' his teeth
Life is a gamble we takin' a risk fuckin' yo bitch off of Instagram pics
My young niggas hot they uploadin' the switch we went to Miami to play wit the fish
But you already know that
I'm wit my Migo yeah I'm wit my Mexican his last name Lopez
We got them bags from Colorado yeah right there where da snow at
All dat talkin' all dat barkin' yeah das what got him toe tagged
Doin all that talkin doin all that barkin' that's what got him toe tagged
Calling my phone nigga like dat be where yo hoe at
The audacity of niggas like you feel what I'm sayin'
Better find you some safe to do pussy yeah see what I'm sayin'
Gas so loud I swear to God it woke the neighbors up
Droppin' numbers in the city had to call these boys bluff
Spend a 50 then a hundred choppa spray like airbrush
If you scared den go to church told dat bitch I stay alert
Make dat lil hoe eat a perc dat boy broke he need a nurse
Niggas ain't seein' me knock it off I'm da one dat fuckin' popped it off
Picked her up dropped her off this is a pent house it's not a loft
Pull-up in cars we be back to back trap out the building no contract
Plastic Glock on me it's matte black when you hear dat money counter step back
Niggas too broke I know what it be swear dat boy know he ain't fuckin' wit me
She ain't my type I'm pressin' delete he seen me wit her now he suckin' his teeth
Life is a gamble we takin' a risk fuckin' yo bitch off of Instagram pics
My young niggas hot they uploadin' the switch we went to Miami to play wit the fish
But you already know that
I'm wit my Migo yeah I'm wit my Mexican his last name Lopez
We got them bags from Colorado yeah right there where da snow at
All dat talkin' all dat barkin' yeah das what got him toe tagged
Doin all that talkin doin all that barkin' that's what got him toe tagged
Calling my phone nigga like dat be where yo hoe at
The audacity of niggas like you feel what I'm sayin'
Better find you some safe to do pussy yeah see what I'm sayin'
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Scott
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