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Paper Trail
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(Fursace in this bitch, ****)
(Zstunnaa)
I just left a dope hole with a bag of loot
You want some candy? Just pull up to Fly Social and ask for Dookie
She got so much ass, almost backed into me
He gon' shoot you in your head if I hand it to him
These **** fall for anything 'cause they don’t stand for nothin'
Bitch your pants a hundred, my grams a hundred
He pulled up tryna buy a Gumbo stamp and they stamped him for it
That **** lost a shootout, they only had a Taurus
I can't pay for pussy, I'm too handsome for it
They got your lil bro, we need a ransom for 'em
And if he ask me a question, I got answers for 'em
I asked this bald head ****, "What you got cancer for?"
My bitch asked me five questions, only answered four
He said he was fresh as fuck, what kinda pants was wore?
I got parachute Rick pants on, drag 'em on the floor
I remember they was just laughin' at your boy
Like, how you take a picture in the mansion and didn't tag your boy?
I told him take the switch off the Glock, it be jammin' more
She pulled up to the crib with no panties wore
Bitch, I ain't got no money, what the fuck you got a daddy for?
You need to ask him for it
I just had a pint of Qua', I'm finna grab some more
Backseat action, the **** head went on the dashboard
You wanna learn how to shit talk, I'm sellin' crash courses
I can't find no shoes to wear so I just grabbed Forces
Sixty months in the feds, I made some bad choices
But I learned from my mistakes
Hit him in his top twice, we gon' burn him like some steak
That **** well done
I can't wait 'til Tay call and say Trell won
Bro was fightin' fourteen cases, he got twelve bonds
But the PO probably got a hold on him, I told him, "Hold on"
This **** lit a Black with some deuce in it, fucked up the ozone
If I can't find no Louis, I'ma go Chrome
Damn, I can't find no coochie, finna go home
I left my hat over there, I'm a rolling stone
Bro said he caught hats over there, so he don't go no more
You be buyin' your bricks soft, I know who grow the dope
Don't come sniffin' in Rio business and get your nose broke
I'll pay the high for the drank, but I'm not Bobo
ERD on the T-shirt, I look like a hobo
He cut his mustache off, look like a chomo
This is not no candy weed, we blowin' do-do
This some old dro
****, I done drunk more pints than Mojo
She paid me in attention, bought her Coco
I fucked the bitch face 'til her throat broke
I don't, I don't like your haircut, you look like a po-po
A **** think he gettin' some' off my body, you must smoke dope
You gon' have to take this chain off my dead neck
Through the windshield and left a **** brains on the headrest
That’s another angle
I smoked a **** uncle with my brother banger
I know we fuckin' right now, but I'm cummin' later
If my bitch ask me when I'm comin' home, I'ma come in later
Call my billionaire friends, I need a fuckin' favor
They shot the top of his head off, he got a fuckin' taper
Seen a **** make a real million dollars off some fuckin' paper
We not the same, boy, you touch on kids, all I touch is paper
He cooked the whole brick in the closet with a fuckin' hanger
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
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