PAPER BACK TAGS
Hit her up late past eight
Beat it down if the pussy good, she get ate, ain't talking 'bout plate (talkin' 'bout plate)
You ain't never seen a nigga put a hundred-fifty racks all in your face (in yo' face)
Double R, close them curtains (skrr)
Switch up, hop in the Wraith (skrr)
Paperback tags, yeah (paperback t-, hmm)
Hmm, runnin' out of gas, yeah (runnin' outta-, ha), huh
Made a bitch fall in love, yeah
Threw her in the trash, yeah (threw her in the-, ah)
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops (Eliante, ah)
Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter (ah), pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose
Paperback tags, paperback bags, never ever runnin' out of racks (runnin' outta racks)
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash (skrr)
You done fucked up, a couple racks on a bitch I already had (woah)
I could never go out like that
Huh, never ever go out like that (can't go out like that)
I've been pourin', five blues, rollin'
I can't love no bitch, she in love with Codeine
Can't live life on the edge, they tryna roll me
If I could do it, you could do it (yeah)
We could do it, stick got a ruler (yeah, yeah)
I don't rock Stüssy, she don't rock Gucci
Emilio Pucci gon' cover her coochie (cover her coochie)
Stick got a fully, I'm actin' a foolie (bop)
The bih wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah (bop-bop, bow)
Bih wanna fuck 'cause I'm him
Bi-Bi-Bih wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah
I'm on I-8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash, I'm goin' too fast (skrr)
Pour my cup up some more (some more)
Red got me movin' so slow (yeah, this shit slow)
I fell down on my knees for a bitch, but I won't do that no mo' (can't do that)
I'ma just fuck then pass to the bros
Make her eat me up, then go, go ghost (then go ghost)
Skrrt, ridin' in the Ghost
Oh, you got new drank in'? 10-4 (Yeah, let's go)
Paperback tags, yeah (paperback t-, hmm)
Hmm, runnin' out of gas, yeah (runnin' outta-, ha), huh
Made a bitch fall in love, yeah
Threw her in the trash, yeah (threw her in the-, ah)
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops (Eliante, ah)
Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter (ah), pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose
Paperback tags, paperback bags, never ever runnin' out of racks (runnin' outta racks)
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash (skrr)
You done fucked up, a couple racks on a bitch I already had (woah)
I could never go out like that
Huh, never ever go out like that (can't go out like that)
Beat it down if the pussy good, she get ate, ain't talking 'bout plate (talkin' 'bout plate)
You ain't never seen a nigga put a hundred-fifty racks all in your face (in yo' face)
Double R, close them curtains (skrr)
Switch up, hop in the Wraith (skrr)
Paperback tags, yeah (paperback t-, hmm)
Hmm, runnin' out of gas, yeah (runnin' outta-, ha), huh
Made a bitch fall in love, yeah
Threw her in the trash, yeah (threw her in the-, ah)
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops (Eliante, ah)
Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter (ah), pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose
Paperback tags, paperback bags, never ever runnin' out of racks (runnin' outta racks)
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash (skrr)
You done fucked up, a couple racks on a bitch I already had (woah)
I could never go out like that
Huh, never ever go out like that (can't go out like that)
I've been pourin', five blues, rollin'
I can't love no bitch, she in love with Codeine
Can't live life on the edge, they tryna roll me
If I could do it, you could do it (yeah)
We could do it, stick got a ruler (yeah, yeah)
I don't rock Stüssy, she don't rock Gucci
Emilio Pucci gon' cover her coochie (cover her coochie)
Stick got a fully, I'm actin' a foolie (bop)
The bih wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah (bop-bop, bow)
Bih wanna fuck 'cause I'm him
Bi-Bi-Bih wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah
I'm on I-8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash, I'm goin' too fast (skrr)
Pour my cup up some more (some more)
Red got me movin' so slow (yeah, this shit slow)
I fell down on my knees for a bitch, but I won't do that no mo' (can't do that)
I'ma just fuck then pass to the bros
Make her eat me up, then go, go ghost (then go ghost)
Skrrt, ridin' in the Ghost
Oh, you got new drank in'? 10-4 (Yeah, let's go)
Paperback tags, yeah (paperback t-, hmm)
Hmm, runnin' out of gas, yeah (runnin' outta-, ha), huh
Made a bitch fall in love, yeah
Threw her in the trash, yeah (threw her in the-, ah)
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops (Eliante, ah)
Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter (ah), pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose
Paperback tags, paperback bags, never ever runnin' out of racks (runnin' outta racks)
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash (skrr)
You done fucked up, a couple racks on a bitch I already had (woah)
I could never go out like that
Huh, never ever go out like that (can't go out like that)
Credits
Writer(s): Rio Francesco Leyva, Michael Romito, Javier Mercado, Michael Pieper, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Rich Amiri, Gabriel St Onge
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