Paper

(Uh huh, uh huh)
(Ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Boom)
(Boom, boom, boom)
(Rrah)
(Uh huh, uh huh)

I catch my opposition, ain't no competition
Now I'm on a mission, gotta stop the bitchin'
Yea the Glock and Smithin' is my composition
Said we gotta get him, so they got permission
Watch him drop and twitchin', he in hot condition
In a odd position, guess it's God's tradition
For my opps to visit, swear it's not exquisite
When we pop his fitted, see his top is missin'

I put your face on a paper like politician
And my face on this paper from bops I'm hitting
Had to face all the papers and cops and snitches
Now I'm chasin' this paper to top the riches
80k in the safe, keep it locked within it
For my momma and kids to go shoppin' with it
Yeah, I father these pussies like rockin' cribs
And I'll remember who pushed me, you're not forgiven

Give me like ten seconds, ain't a Snapchat
I'll have a million dollars on the cash app
We get a fast rack, then we blast macs
Bxndit gon' pop out, watch it tap tap
Know it get dangerous in the city
I keep a bang and it's holdin' fifty
I seen 'em change, all for a penny
So stay in your lane and don't give me that pity

I got a big scope just to aim at you
Look at that pussy, that boy is unsavable
Taking him down, the second I raise the tool
Talkin' on me I'm like why I'm so hateable
Bro told me keep your head up and go get all the bucks
Do it until you be made of blues
Yeah they be talkin' all tough, but you'll see 'em they Bluff
They do it cause you undebatable

Speed it up, now slow it down
You could die just from a motion how
I promise this not how I'm goin' out
Get money, repeat is the slogan now

Aye
Shut him up
If I step outside, bet the gun is tucked
Get hit for the green like a putting club
I'm always in first, you the runner up

I catch my opposition, ain't no competition
Now I'm on a mission, gotta stop the bitchin'
Yea the Glock and Smithin' is my composition
Said we gotta get him, so they got permission
Watch him drop and twitchin', he in hot condition
In a odd position, guess it's God's tradition
For my opps to visit, swear it's not exquisite
When we pop his fitted, see his top is missing'

I put your face on a paper like politician
And my face on this paper from bops I'm hitting
Had to face all the papers and cops and snitches
Now I'm chasin' this paper to top the riches
80k in the safe, keep it locked within it
For my momma and kids to go shoppin' with it
Yeah, I father these pussies like rockin' cribs
And I'll remember who pushed me, you're not forgiven

Bustin' two tools simultaneously
Bxndit too cool, who you came to see
There's a few rules when you hang with me
Roll up a Q full and move dangerously
Cause you never know who be snakin' and who gon' be takin' so don't flex your bag
We made an oath if we ever get taken and questioned at stations to never talk back

Never fall back, never collapse
Check all the mirrors, keep your foot on the gas
These bitches love steerin' you right off the map
So I keep me a heater wherever I'm at
It's clear and it's facts, we'll leave it at that
Pitchin' them shots then get beat with a bat
It's gettin' so easy could sleep while I rap
Gotta keep pushin' it through, no I never can crack

Too many blue bills, I'ma run it up I know I'm too skilled, why I'm comin' up
I started too real, with a hundred bucks
I'm leavin' fulfilled when I sum it up
These pussies be chattin' and actin' like bro till they go and they switch for a sack
That's why I'm rappin' and ready for action whenever I see 'em I'm makin' it wraps like

I catch my opposition, ain't no competition
Now I'm on a mission, gotta stop the bitchin'
Yea the Glock and Smithin' is my composition
Said we gotta get him, so they got permission
Watch him drop and twitchin', he in hot condition
In a odd position, guess it's God's tradition
For my opps to visit, swear it's not exquisite
When we pop his fitted, see his top is missing

I put your face on a paper like politician
And my face on this paper from bops I'm hitting
Had to face all the papers and cops and snitches
Now I'm chasin' this paper to top the riches
80k in the safe, keep it locked within it
For my momma and kids to go shoppin' with it
Yeah, I father these pussies like rockin' cribs
And I'll remember who pushed me, you're not forgiven