Paul Bunyan

I do it bigger than all of these niggas my life on Paul Bunyan
My bitch a tall woman, I fuck get all stomach
So bring the war to me, I'm in the mall stunting
I think I brought twenty
Don't give me no dap
Don't try to get pictures, don't tell me let's work
Don't need me weed, I don't care bout no perks
I don't care who got drink less I opened it first
And I don't have any words less you copping the verse
Hop in the vert, go JFK when I'm dropping the top
Plug with Koreans and with some hells angels
And they usually racist but like me a lot
My bitch think I'm cheating
But I'm on that Jenga how I'm pulling pieces and buying the block
Niggas is lamer than me
When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks

GPS system attached to my sock
Stick through my pants like my Glock and my cock
My bitch get so mad when my print sticking out
But girl this yo dick what you bitching about
Can spit in yo face or just spit in yo mouth
If you get out my face then I figure out
Your corner can't stop me I stick to my route
Your can't stop me I stick to my route
We don't do hellcats I rather the lamb
Still in the streets but like part time I scam
Laptop 200 how I keep on punching man this bitch done made me like 85 grand
I got connections to African mobsters who wire some millions so who tapping in
Ain't trusting no banks they ain't clean as you think
So we put it in stocks and just wash it through land
Need 5 money counters and 3 loyal niggas
It take me too long if I count this by hand
I mailed a 50 I'm hoping it land
Got too trigger happy I hit my potna
I weight that lean by my baby mama
Really just came here for baby bottles
But she wanna fuck til the neighbors knocking
RIP Daniel Jordan, RIP Tank, Like RIP Justin, like RIP Greg
RIP George and RIP Ree
If I don't go hard then RIP me
85 Inches on a smart TV
Mail that off so I bought her weave
They checking ID don't get cold feet
Send me that info get a verify link

I do it bigger than all of these niggas my life on Paul Bunyan
My bitch a tall woman, I fuck get all stomach
So bring the war to me, I'm in the mall stunting
I think I brought twenty
Don't give me no dap
Don't try to get pictures, don't tell me let's work
Don't need me weed, I don't care bout no perks
I don't care who got drink less I opened it first
And I don't have no words less you copping the verse
Hop in the vert, go JFK when I'm dropping the top
Plug with Koreans and with some hells angels
And they usually racist but like me a lot
My bitch think I'm cheating
But I'm on that Jenga how I'm pulling pieces and buying the block
Niggas is lamer than me
When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks
Niggas is lamer than me
When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks
Niggas is lamer than me
When I popped anything and was stuck on them fetynal Roxy's
Niggas is lamer than me
When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks
Niggas is lamer than me
When I popped anything and was stuck on them fetynal Roxy's



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Writer(s): Kapo Dejoie
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