Paul Bearer

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Smoking, oh my God [Verse] Smoking Swisher leafs 'cause the Backwoods fucked up Look at my neck, light show, bitch, I'm Hutch'd up Turn my hustle to the max, bitch, I ain't luck up Three-six of Runtz, you get stuck off of one puff Touchdown, that's a six out here, hut, hut So many dunks in my closet, don't know what's what Point it at his toes, turn his Yeezy's into Foam Runners Why the fuck you put the cuffs on her? She a known runner Three-five, Durantula, bitch, I only blow thunder High as hell on the roof, dripping like a broke gutter I'll do the dash and crash this bitch, I got full coverage On the block with the big B's, I think the hood buzzing Shoot the baby Drac' one handed, got the wood jumping Rap star, you might catch me somewherе in your hood clutching Walked out crispy, feeling like I'm Kidd today Doing sixty, pouring Kesha, shit, I had to hit thе breaks Ain't a shovel, P90, it's gon' dig his grave Deuce in my Gatorade, I'm shooting, tryna win the game (Whew, ayy) Trackhawk, damn near broke my neck tryna take off Boy, I wish they would, do the race and shake the jakes off 2021, I copped a mower, cut the snakes off Dealership, new whip, I told 'em take the breaks off When brodie slide, it's a hit like a Drake song Trendsetter, not a wave rider, I create sauce On my way to it right now, I can't wait long Look me in my mirror tint, you can clearly see you're losing Look at your bitch, why she staring? Boy, I think she choosing Look at your shoes, boy, you broke, who you think you fooling? Bitch let me send her up in Sprint, shit, I think she stupid We gon' pop him in his Carti's if he think he buff Orange and brown Yeezy 350s look like Reese Cups Doggie can't buy an eighthy so he taking breezy puffs Pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut Looking like the auto shows, Scats irking up the block Full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch Spilling Wock's on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks Doggie laying in his bed crying, hurting 'bout a thot Can't relate though Met my one plug in Mexico, I paid him pesos Seen my one opp, I ain't say shit, I gave him halo Mike Amiri's, bitch see my jeans like, "Where they make those?" Maison Margiela, I got paint toes Bankroll so fucking big that it can't fold Hundred tucked, if I get caught, that's the case closed You can go home with them Xannies, we don't take those You can go home in them Converse, we don't wear them Told bro like, "When we pull up, no, you can't spare them" Fry his top with the chop, fuck around, electric chair him Yeah, the Glocks' something like these Nike sneaks, we gon' air 'em (Okay) Undertaker, I don't wrestle, I'm with Paul Bearer Soaring in the Track', 150, think the 'Hawk scared her So many red lines poured, we typing all errors Wintertime, I'm a road running Nike jog wearer Summertime, I'm the type to drop the top and hit the hood Eighty dollar eighthy, zaza, you can't hit this 'Wood At Benihana's, told the bitch make sure my shrimp is cooked Timmy Turner, strapped up, boy, I wish he would [Outro] Huh, ShittyBoyz What up, Enrgy?