PAPER SHORTAGE

Get a bag or go home Bitch I'm on that road Stuffed yo bitch with some p's She tryna make some pros She kame back wit them blues Send her out with mo Ain't no paper shortage Bitch you betta check the score Get a bag or go home Btch I'm on that road Stuffed yo bitch with some p's She tryna make some pros She kame back wit them blues Send her out with mo Ain't no paper shortage Bitch you betta check the score Some of my niggas kick doors some of my niggas all state Some of my niggas flip dogs if dat pape straight I be on that fucking road I'm into real estate Stacking up them fucking p's I need ah heavy plate If ah nigga try me he bet not hesitate I'm send him to the lord I'm talking heaven gate Big sig 223 ripping through his fucking face Take trip with my whoops it's time to celebrate Brake a honey bun I feel like Von man Hard to tell the time in the watch man Some of niggas in the box some of them trapped in But I'ma make out the hood I'm chasing rubber bands Move my moms in the hills and give her a 100 bandz Have my kids on stage doing that bop dance While yo bitch up in the crowd becoming one of my biggest fans She can see the print bulging wen I hit that dance Get a bag or go home Bitch I'm on that road Stuffed yo bitch with some p's She tryna make some pros She kame back wit them blues Send her out with mo Ain't no paper shortage Bitch you betta check the score Get a bag or go home Btch I'm on that road Stuffed yo bitch with some p's She tryna make some pros She kame back wit them blues Send her out with mo Ain't no paper shortage Bitch you betta check the score I'm steady racing to that pape I can't take a break I gotta make sure me and my kids got a full plate Every time I make a play I ride with the drake Cause this f*ck niggas always turning into some fucking snakes I gotta make sure I make it home for my kids sake Remember starving living off section 8 I ain't ask for a handout I just made away Now they act different the love just don't feel the same Y'all ain't want me to ball when I ain't have a name Is you friend or foe to me yea it all feel the same They don't treat you the same when you ain't got a name I stripped my nuts no hit that road then drop ah plain jane Free Brody out that kage can't hang wit no lames Chop sticks hold a hunit it's easy my pain If you fucking up my pape that's 3 to yo brain I'ma send yu to the lord for switching yo lane Get a bag or go home Bitch I'm on that road Stuffed yo bitch with some p's She tryna make some pros She kame back wit them blues Send her out with mo Ain't no paper shortage Bitch you betta check the score Get a bag or go home Btch I'm on that road Stuffed yo bitch with some p's She tryna make some pros She kame back wit them blues Send her out with mo Ain't no paper shortage Bitch you betta check the score