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Lyrics

[Intro 1: Voice Over Radio] Attention everyone: This is an emergency broadcast The unpleasant noise you are about to hear coming from your radio is not a mistake Please do not turn off your radio but turn up the volume on your receiver as high as it can go So that you can make the sound we broadcast as loud as possible [Intro 2: Daveed Diggs] Yo Hey now, don't put nothin' else Yeah, just leave the drums, just like that I don't know, I like it I fucks wit' it watch Hold up hold up watch Look Right here [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] I'm locked Loaded up Yoda to the turf YOLO to the finna answer to your Google search I'm perked Amplified Wired off this kombucha from a city would guarantee There's fifty niggas that'll shoot you for no reason Season bets sneezin' out yo Nasonex Reason to your logic out of pocket with that [?] breath Meanin' I breathe bullets And meanin' and lead pullin' this heap For a meter or so up out of my sleeve Come up out of your sleep Dreamin' like Freddy gon' getcha To wake up to a dawn wit' Diggs eatin' niggas with every lecture Hannibal Lecter Cannibal, yes sir Cliche handler and scandal servin' expert Candle her distressed words leaving from they breath nurse Heavin' in they chest, knowin' D go' need to flex Time bomb ticking kicking rhymes song spittin' nigga Ridiculous tripping though he grinding when he grittin' Timing when he sittin' Choosing when he pick him Chosen when they lickin' lips Frozen when they kiss him You know we on a mission bring that bass shit back Baby get up out the way and let that bass shit crack Like it back when Diggs dig it can ya holla like Leroy? Check my name check me sway the original D boy [Chorus: Big Sizz] I'm about my paper You can catch me on my block Sprayin' 16 bars a pop I'm about my paper Nigga go hard at the streets Gettin' money every day of the week I'm about my paper Scraper turned up sideways City to city on highways I'm about my paper Niggas say "I don't go" Every day your chick jack my flow I'm about my paper [Hook: Daveed Diggs] Nigga I'm a hustler You sink me to the bone Think of being a customer I'll charge you for a poem Swing you when you break some bars And bring it to your home Spittin' all these bullets Push them straight up to your dome [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Paper rock scissors cut a rapper so vicious Eat 'em up delicious gonna' dirty these dishes Diggs, ya figure huh, wishin' for a trigger huh Happy as a snicker What a tragedy to split ya wig Wear it out with what words Grits guts, verbs Rip ya sores Vocal chords oh so sore It's a drought in the Bay You can catch me on tour I skipped Yay slang and went straight to slang bangin' Gangs on the turf I don't care what they sayin' Chains danglin' I'm a wrangler man stranglin' game With a new single that he done sang in the pen dang And the pen game, exquisite, isn't it? And what I been sayin' Is bigger than a ziploc can hold my lips locked and loaded When his Glock explode Know Diggs talk I'm quoted for the world Me and Unc Hus bus' truth Take it from the block to the booth Take it from the booth to the stage Take it from the stage To all the fans watching on the Youtube page See them haters get mad when they Getback squad up They say it's bad for the kids well pick that child up Don't see no reason for you gettin' hot as you got What I just showed 'em how to flip that product Shit [Chorus: Big Sizz] [Hook: Daveed Diggs] [Bridge: Daveed Diggs & Big Sizz] Diggs Sizz, my nigga Say me? Yeah Sizz A'ight, get on this shit bruh gimme some of that waterfront Get me some gasoline to spit I need some water on it I spit gasoline! [Verse 3: Big Sizz] Always on my job like I'm on top of the buildin' Money is my girlfriend I think she catchin' feelins Bitch I'm from the water but I don't be swimmin' Could be from the freezer 'cuz I'm always chillin' All about my paper like a paper shredder That pussy's so good I just can't forget her Yeah she hot but I don't sweat her Always pull out so I don't regret her Swag real heavy Drink real strong Yes I'm here But really I'm gone Back back to the money, where else would I be? Broke broke motherfuckers never ever see me Imma get money boy Imma die tryin' to get it You wannabe players gon' die tryna' hit it Nigga you could have her 'cuz I hit it and I quit it It's the gasoline spitter how else would I spit it? See ya! [Chorus: Big Sizz] [Hook: Daveed Diggs] [Outro: Instrumental] Hey!