YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Paparazzi Lyrics

(K4 Produced It)
(I'm scared of this shit, Ralph)
(Went and got his gun)
Huh, whoa
Huh, whoa
Look, huh

White tee, in some dope boy Reeds, bitch, I'm a gangster (let's go)
Come from sticking shit, late night on a scene, but now I'm famous
Wake up for school, at the bus stop smoking weed, I'm smelling stanky (stanky)
Hit the block, take off the plate and then spin back, let youngin spank 'em
That's my life story, ridin' through the night, worried
They think this life glory (glory)
Hittas banging out the window, swipe his life, that be the right swerve
Spent six months in a group home
Now my crib look like a hotel (hotel)
I figure I can't do wrong
But they figure that I'm gon' fail
"Too much money to be up under a hotel," I'm like, "Oh, well"
They gon' leave me that first moment I go to jail
They be leaching, they can't get it, they might tell
This Cosa Nostra how I live
But I f*cked up, letting her in my home
And this shit real (and this shit real, my nigga died)

They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets (pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
And, bitch, that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though

And they know I'm coming with it and dumping with it
Tryna slump 'em with it, abort on mission
We gon' get 'em bitch believe that
Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back
She see this cash, she acting bad
I'm loaded dirty with my clean ass
No mercy and I mean that (I mean that)
Grind hard to get a bigger bag
Grind hard, I say I'm dealing sorry
Boo left the house, ain't make it back
Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track (across the track)
One fact, you slip, yo hat gon' get put on a flat
Got a big sack, they know that though
Killer swag, killer flow
Miss my cousin Boo, I'm off the roof
Bitch, I'm in Zilla mode (Zilla mode)
From wind burn to cha-cha
Playing it's gon' go down
My lil' niggas bang that Trey Nawf 38
And hold they 4 down (and hold they 4 down)

They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets (pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
And, bitch, that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though

(K4 Produced It)
(I'm scared of this shit, Ralph)