Paperchase Cj - Here we go Lyrics

Casey, that's kinda hard Yes, here we go, I don't Think so
To the police, they got the wrong nigga If you Really wanna go, just let me know
We can line it up and bring the blower with you
Yes, here we go, I don't think so I ain't a killer, but I Popped a couple

Pistols Shit, you really wanna know
Tom Brady with these bullets Guaranteed, you're Gonna catch a couple
Missiles What's in your woods
It's gas, that propane Now I got some bread, I Remember I had no

Grains We rock with heavy metal, that's mud Veins
Hit him in the head and you can still see the blood Stains
She be f*ckin' all night like she do cocaine Suckin' Dick good, this bitch poppin' out
Her throat veins Tryna dunk the ball, but the Nigga had no

Bang What's taught
If it don't make sense, it make no change I see they Tryna be me
White line to the people, man, these niggas Impossible
Yeah, she seen me and her pussy got wet I got the Line, but I didn't even call

Oh wait, who's he
Is what they ask me Call me paper to the bitch, I'm Daddy Dollaz
Call me papa, but she still got her father I'm tryna See if that pie sweet, peach cobbler
And don't come to me Tryna act friendly, don't Second guess

Just because I went to school with you Got the Best big three, that's OKC
Talkin' hard and direct and wrist work, nigga
Ayy, what's it gon' be
You can play crazy I ain't a nigga that's scared to Act a fool

With you No gun, I'll stab you in the gut, nice f*ck
Now you got a slow leak, flat tire, nigga Don't Work, don't eat, it's what mama told
Me Paper chasin', I'll never get tired, nigga
Watch who you keep close, even if they a folks

They'll stab you in the back, Michael Myers, nigga
Yes, here we go, I don't think so To the police, they Got the wrong nigga
If you really wanna go, just let me know We can line it up and bring the blower with
You Yes, here we go, I don't think so

I ain't a killer, but I popped a couple pistols Shit, You really wanna know
Tom Brady with these bullets Guaranteed, you Gon' catch a couple missiles