Lyrics

Ayy, Man the fukk up right now Paper platoon business (UHHHHHH) We out here mang, yee (AYY, AYY) BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A MOTHERFUKKIN GANG (It's Paper man, AY) RUN UP TO THE GANG GANG (Thats fine, uhhhh) How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if A woodchuck could chuck wood (GANG GANG) How much of a hood could a hood slut fuck if she fuckk all the hood But they never bust nuts, how much money will be good? See my bitch baby boutta bought some butter But she says the butter bitter When she put it in the batter and it'd make her batter bitter But a bitter batter butter make a better batter so she Put it all on twitter with a picture of her fuckin dinner LOOK If a dog chews shoes, whos shoes does he choose? I'm finna shift for these youtube views I'm finna dip off a cruise ship as it Moves through the Maldives with the crew She be selling seashells by the sea shore Yellin bout my shit, was smellin like a shisha lemon Duplicate a keycard for my felons so we Smuggle keys with the bunch of seals and a milli I'm a tutor that due to dab Loot that, booted that brand new pentium 2 now Do the kooda dance, hooligan, groupie fan Pull up and bring the whole mofukkin kkrew out I'm a kkiller that'll fill a flat full of Bad bitches thats ready to fuck and dip out See my pimp hand and pink sand is real dangerous This aim game only been stats and no failures 6 cucks sat on 6 stumps,this dumb Thump, this cuck stunk and they shit smell So the 6 Johns they pump pumped and they missed Still shot at 6 trunks and used drones to sell crystals Sicker than an 6 figure slick stick figure sex Symbols pimple dick swingin' on these slick singers With the single greatest hits single fickle and the finkle man FUKKEMALL ON A MOTHERFUKKIN GANG (It's Paper man, AY) RUN UP TO THE GANG (Uhhhhh, ayy) GANG (That's fine, uhhhh) Whenever you envy these rappers just Picture the contract that Kanye had signed Lil xan in his lil van with his little man with pimp Hands that'll slap the tattoos off his face Its sicko mode with 30 fukken writers & its really Dope you really talented bruh you prolly is a GOAT LOOK Numbers dont lie butchyou still wack HUH Music ain't fly butchyou still rap HUH Pussy in the flesh bitch you still trap Never in the hood butchyou act gangster Real original with your choker Never seen one on a gorilla soldier Catch me in the kitchen with the Charlie cokked up Were un-u-up-in with a brand new fukkit GANG (It's Paper man, AY) RUN UP TO THE GANG GANG (That's fine, uhhhh) RUN UP TO THE UHH, AYY, THATS FINE GANG GANG
Writer(s): Malloy Kingsley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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