Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
Pg that x3
[verse 1]
Sitting on that paper its my throne bitch Im on it
Hit the studio and I won’t come out til the morning
Your dreams are in your reach you gotta chase it like you want it
This game will make you lose your friends that’s why the top is lonely
Caught your girl slipping she was caught up in the moment
It ain’t bout where you came from in this world its where you going
Real recognizes real and them niggas know me
Spitting all this dope Ima fuck around and OD
Im smoking by the Oz
Im screaming fuck the police
Im balling so my wrist game proper like a rolie
Im smoking on that goody in a paper I don’t have a leaf
Rap game better let me in cause I don’t have a key
Boy my niggas down to ride I hope you know that
Just because that cake come with candles Ima blow that
Catch me in the moment nigga only if its kodak
She left me for a minor leaguer now she want the pro back
I ain’t even trying to please her you be scared to show that
Pick her then I run her home now watch me run more back
Y’all niggas can’t shoot Im like a Steve Novak
Killing shit for free nigga no catch
I started bout a year ago
Thats some shit you need to know
Niggas want my hoes I ain’t tripping they can keep them though
Screaming on the track just to leave them with a different note
Put it on the web and the air just so my shit can blow
Whoaaa!!!!
[Verse 2: Yungin’]
Back in the studio poured up two cups
Bad bitches going nuts its Paper Gang in ourself we trust
My brother D he rolling up
Soop and Block they cutting up
Counting so much paper dam my fingers got them paper cuts
Niggas steady hating the gang but we ain’t tripping
Take a nigga bitch and I dunk her like Blake Griffin
These boys pussy hello hello kitty
Beef with the gang and the bangers gone come with it
I be killing beats and the feds want to indict me
On the track I don’t think I just do it just like I’m Nike
And Im smoking hell of trees getting faded while my bitch drive
Boy who is you you did one song and trying to go live
Me I go ham in the booth full of them drinks cold
Looking over compotision standing hi on my tiptoes
Paper Gang or Pgs or whatever you want to call us
Can’t say fuck boys cause thats just what y’all are
My flow great you below par
Power green in that dutch gar
We four deep in that red car
Two words we stars
Be cool and stop talking so real
Before my gang serve your ass like a bar and a grill Bitch
[Hook]
These days niggas is pussy I ain’t worrying bout it
Killing these rappers thats why you never heard about them
Stay in your lane lil potna look like you merging out it
Niggas want hop up on the wagon cause they heard Im bout it
Bitch they heard Im bout it
Bitch they heard Im bout it
Niggas hopping on the wagon cause they heard Im bout it
Bitch they heard Im bout it
Bitch they heard Im bout it
Niggas want hop up on the wagon cause they heard Im bout it
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