paper bagz

jackboys badly wanna jack me

you know i keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be

going hard

running that raw like a track meet

you know i ain't got a fucking mile on a rap sheet

but i'm still that rapper

who's a well known trapper

and blows money because he's one hell of a bachelor

hauling and ball-hogging

why try to match him?

i mustard the flow

y'all still trying to catch up

whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo

packaging fishscale

with my digital that make you spit a earl

you get the

little girl in your world

the white i get out the pipeline

light as a pearl

american gangster

killer city

tookie williams

y'all beef and jawjack

we just shoot to kill 'em

on a mission and a nigga ain't stopping me

trying to invest and gets some niggas front property

too many flavors to ever be duplicated

that's why the ladies get so elated every time they see me

louie v. beanie

countach lamborghini

with a couple of swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis

try to pull me over for speeding

i will be leaving

shawty give me head

in her mouth i will be skeeting

i'm in italy meeting with models i will be sleeping

will probably do three of four of those in the evening

after that i'm leaving

back to the united states

ol' ass chevy

brand new paper plates

i'm trying to be a star like the side of my bathing apes

i'm headed to the bar

everybody get a taste

sipping that red wine

smoking them grape vines

taking pictures for my niggas who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time

just to show 'em what i'm living what i'm saying in my rhymes

it's high tech

why yes

rhyme veterans

statutory raping hot tracks

flame

i'm a keep it coming like some weather never letting up

you shutting up because your girlfriend

i wet it up

i'm clever but the magician running with me crazy

them fast got me switching out the windows lately

my game tighter than your vision

at first you thought you saw him for a second

now you missing

and i'm a real pimp

in your dreams

it's realer than it seems

i'm twilight zone and you missing in between

check

it's non-stop

tick-tock in attendance

if money is the object than i'm starring in the scrimmage

running back the intercept

scoring every minute

i'm rolling coast-to-coast

chiefing on spinach

5950 fine brimmer

snapshots of the ladies of i be in the winter

the hottest click of the summer

fly boy pimping sky high when you look up

bitch catching whiplash

the magic got her shook up

admire how i'm playing my cards

the green trap star

plush with the lyrics how i'm lacing these bars

i used to have a hood rat

now i've got a boss bitch

started with small cash

now i stack large chips

i had a small gun

but i kept a large clip

a team of gorillas to make them niggas forfeit

and i ain't never had shit

was hungry like an orphan

god damn right

i risk my life to make a fortune

i switched my hustle and now a nigga banking

shit

and all the weed smoke had a nigga stanking

the held me down like an anchor

i'm from a spot where they hide crack by they anus

it's getting hard to live

you know how the block go

i love my mom to death for playing my pop's role

and every other day

a nigga from the cops

yo

we bust back when them cats let them shots go

and now i'm making major cash

it feel good to get my money back in paper bags