Paper Trail

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fursace in this bitch, man) (Zstunnaa) [Verse] I just left a dope hole with a bag of loot You want some candy? Just pull up to Fly Social and ask for Dookie She got so much ass, almost backed into me He gon' shoot you in your head if I hand it to him These niggas fall for everything 'cause they stand for nothin' Bitch, your pants a hundred, my grams a hundred He pulled up tryna buy a Gumbo stamp and they stamped him for it That nigga lost a shootout, they only had a Taurus I can't pay for pussy, I'm too handsome for it They got your lil bro, we need a ransom for 'em And if he ask me a question, I got answers for 'em I asked this bald head nigga, "What you got cancer for?" My bitch asked me five questions, only answered four Hе said he was fresh as fuck, what kinda pants was wore? I got a pair of shoе Rick pants on, drag 'em on the floor I remember they was just laughin' at your boy Like, how you take a picture in the mansion and didn't tag your boy? I told him take the switch off the Glock, it be jammin' more She pulled up to the crib with no panties wore Bitch, I ain't got no money, what the fuck you got a daddy for? You need to ask him for it I just had a pint of Qua', I'm finna grab some more Backseat action, the nigga head went on the dashboard You wanna learn how to shit talk, I'm sellin' crash courses I can't find no shoes to wear so I just grabbed Forces Sixty months in the feds, I made some bad choices But I learned from my mistakes Hit him in his top twice, we gon' burn him like some steak That nigga well done I can't wait 'til Tay call and say Trell won Bro was fightin' fourteen cases, he got twelve bonds But the PO probably got a hold on him, I told him, "Hold on" This nigga lit a Black with some deuce in it, fucked up the ozone If I can't find no Louis, I'ma go Chrome Damn, I can't find no coochie, finna go home I left my hat over there, I'm a rolling stone Bro said he caught hats over there, so he don't go no more You be buyin' your bricks soft, I know who grow the dope Don't come sniffin' in Rio business and get your nose broke I'll pay the high for the drank, but I'm not Bobo ERD on the T-shirt, I look like a hobo He cut his mustache off, look like a chomo This is not no candy weed, we blowin' do-do This some old dro Nigga, I done drunk more pints than Mojo She paid me in attention, bought her Coco I fucked the bitch face 'til her throat broke I don't, I don't like your haircut, you look like a po-po A nigga think he gettin' some' off my body, you must smoke dope You gon' have to take this chain off my dead neck Through the windshield and left a nigga brains on the headrest That's another angle I smoked a nigga uncle with my brother banger I know we fuckin' right now, but I'm cummin' later If my bitch ask me when I'm comin' home, I'ma come in later Call my billionaire friends, I need a fuckin' favor They shot the top of his head off, he got a fuckin' taper Seen a nigga make a real million dollars off some fuckin' paper We not the same, boy, you touch on kids, all I touch is paper He cooked the whole brick in the closet with a fuckin' hanger