Top Songs By Bout Paper Boyz
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Omondi Ahere
Songwriter
Allan Osore Olao
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arthur Oloo
Producer
Lyrics
**** we not playing he tried to rob and that's when them shots rang
I got up and got things bitch I remember I used to be boxed in
That **** not gang
Remember I cried when broadie got locked in
He say the wrong thing
Broadie gon put him inside of a box frame
Bro on the same shit
If I get a rollie then bro get the same wrist
We take the same risks
Sorry lil baby I really can't take pics
I gotta make mines
Police be asking I told em I make rhymes
Bitch we on gang time
Ain't nun funny I see through the fake smile
I got some **** who never miss gotta hit when they shoot at the target
Probly reside where the devil is fuck around turn a dude to a carcass
**** was speakin on hella shit when he knew that we knew his apartment
Loose lips gottem sinking ships never speak on what you was involved in
I'm a demon I move in the darkness
And my team is a crew full of bosses
Used to be tripping on lil shit now we thinking bout coupes in garages
Gotta switch lanes I'm swerving
Fiends tryna make that purchase
Yea we take risks Its worth it
Cause fooda go bad if youont serve it
So fuck it my **** let's get to the fetti
If you want beef you can come to the deli
And If you want P's you can hit up the celly
Deep in da streets when I'm riding with Twenny
I need the beamer to ride with the bentley
Still in the cut like a knife or machete
I'm with your bitch all inside of her belly
And these **** snitchin' remind me of Jerry
I know a **** that tried to diss you know we caught him by April 5th
That **** dead gone deceased
You cannot find him he don't exist
I pay the lawyer he ate the shit
Walk in the court and the case dismissed
These **** really not making flips
Broadie jus gave me the pack assist
**** we not playing he tried to rob and that's when them shots rang
I got up and got things bitch i remember I used to be boxed in
That **** not gang
Remember I cried when broadie got locked in
He say the wrong thing
Broadie gon put him inside of a box frame
Bro on the same shit
If I get a rollie then bro get the same wrist
We take the same risks
Sorry lil baby I really can't take pics
I gotta make mines
Police be asking I told em I make rhymes
Bitch we on gang time
Ain't nun funny I see through the fake smile
Written by: Allan Osore Olao, Timothy Omondi Ahere