Paper (feat. Ace 2 Hi) Video (MV)

Huh nigga too high oe
Got a Glock it's like some paper see a opp I let it rip
My bro he keep a shotty he tried to run so buckshots made him flip
He talkin' out his lip so I'ma rock him like a f*ckin' ship
Treat him like a baby how? cause I love to spin his crib
223s they hit him hard
Bullets breakin' up his ribs
I'm not slimy but I wipe his nose just like he had a bib
Drebo way too high but he ain't never crash a f*ckin' whip
Huh nigga we ain't crashing shit

Huh nigga F*ck it
On the highway skippin' lanes you gon' think we in a race
GSP them lights behind us nigga we can't do that chase
So we hoppin' out on feet now we runnin' from the Jakes
Juvii say Ace jump the gate they can't catch us like some bait
All my bros we in the loop we just somethin' like a braid
Boy these niggas they out bad heard they gettin' bear sprayed
Yeah they got me f*cked up I'll kill all you roaches like some Raid
All these hoes they go out sad they just follow like a maid
We the type to take his blick nigga we don't do no trades
I've been shinin' way too bright that's why they always throwin' shade
Push a nigga wig back like his ass just got a fade
Bitch I'm really quick to cut but I ain't talkin' bout no blad
Stuck up in the cut but I ain't talkin' bout a band-aid
This nigga think he cut I burn a nigga like some rubbin alcohol
This hoe she plastic she all fake that's why she call herself a doll
Always feening ' for some clout this nigga think he Jake Paul

ARP its like some paper see a opp I let it rip
My bro he keep a shotty he tried to run so buck shots made him flip
He talkin' out his lip so I'ma rock him like a f*ckin' ship
Treat him like a baby
Why?
Cause I love to spin his crib
When we take him off the map we gon' have to take his jibs
If a nigga try to play me I'ma break him like a chip
When she sip on drank she wanna eat my dick just like a Frank
Man she thought we had some love I had to tell her she got pranked
Yeah I left the mound now all I see is pink toes all around
She never heard of sexy red well I could show you pound town
Had to put her face down cause she keep makin' all these sounds
I'ma hound up in that cat I'm tryna do like 30 rounds
I just got too many hoes I done lost track of the count
They ask me how much blunts I smoke nigga it's a large amount
They like you don't care you lost it well I hope it's never found
If he say he want some pressure we gon' put him underground
Got a Glock it's like some paper see a opp I let it rip
My bro he keep a shotty he tried to run so buckshots nade him flip
Talkin' out his lip so I'ma rock him like a f*ckin' ship
Treat him like a baby why cause I love to spin his crib