onna way to the paper

i'm on my way

i'm on my way

please stop buggin' me

baby

i be on the way to the paper

i got that blower on my hip like a pager

i'm on my tip

i might flip like a skater

fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour

i made my bitch serve shit like a waiter

i run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor

hitstick with the grip

keep it player

call me greedy 'cause i came in with the flavor

whip it

whip it like a slave

i'm a baker

house nigga in the kitchen with the white folks

i got high and started to think this was jamaica

smoke a nigga

send him off to meet his maker

whole team wearin' purple like the lakers

lonzo the way i ball

step your game up

gonzo

long nose make you wake up

chopper for the shake up

i was in the bay

smokin' k with the gangster

crack in the streets

we from the were the earth quakes

bitch

tell these pussy rappers stop playin'

i'ma pull up

if they keep on buggin'

nigga

we don't have to play tough

we don't even play fair either

you can get sprayed up

i am not a sniper

but i'm quick to hold the k up

i got all this fuckin' triple like a fuckin' lay up

i'ma get the key and get some pussy then we lay up

please stop buggin' me

baby

i be on the way to the paper

i got that blower on my hip like a pager

i'm on my tip

i might flip like a skater

fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour

i made my bitch serve shit like a waiter

i run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor

hitstick with the grip

keep it player

please stop beggin' me

baby

i'm off these drugs

my mind crazy

all this shit i been through is what made me

this glock on my hip just for safety

i can't let these niggas faze me

i will not stop 'til i'm jay-z

oh

and my wifey beyonce

we send your bitch on a blind date

i was in la

totin' straps with the gangsters

ferragamo cuffs

used to be on the ankle

free all of my niggas out the cell

give 'em

smokin' all this dope 'til my chest feelin' strangled

i can't rewind with you

wish i wouldn't waste time with you

i got my love from my moms

but i got my pain from you

all the shit that you do

please stop buggin' me

baby

i be on the way to the paper

i got that blower on my hip like a pager

i'm on my tip

i might flip like a skater

fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour

i made my bitch serve shit like a waiter

i run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor

hitstick with the grip

keep it player