To You/Paraphernalia

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey, hey Smokin' the dope, lil' nigga got red eye I go to Ruth Chris, bitch, with a rabbi Brand new Audi truck, we 'bout to spin out Bitch not tryna suck dick, she can get out I told the bitch, "Wanna slide here after midnight?" Bitch nigga want hand downs and I cannot Been that nigga, always tryna get by [Chorus] Donnie Katana Ooh, I told the truth (Brr) I never lied to you (Ooh) I told the truth I never lied to you Brr, brr Hey-a-hey-a-hey [Verse 2] Paris, Chanel (Brr) I put her in Paris, Chanel (Wait wait) But I got paraphernalia (Wait, hey, wait, hey) I got a big stick on me, bitch better get off me (Get over) Bitch sayin', "Huh", she thinkin' I'm Rick Ross I'm feelin' like Plies, the bitch in the Ritz Carlton (Ooh) I hate all these niggas, get hung, like fire auto I'm fighting these demons off Perc's, them Percocets I got a bad bitch in Hawaii, no Honolu' (Perc', perc', perc') Las Vegas Strip with a whole bunch of prostitutes I walk with my dog, I call the bitch Marmaduke (I walk with that dog) That .40 make him do a flip like Jeff Hardy do (Oh yeah) We hit him up like Lil' Wayne at Tha Carter II Bad bitch want me to pay for her college (College) My nigga be workin', but we not no colleague New Lamborghini truck, I'm pushin' like Rocket League These bitches gon' fuck, these bitches be collard greens (Ooh) Nigga, I got two Glocks, this Crash and Berenstein I been takin' them drugs, I don't look like an earthling (Ling) My boujee lil' bitch want me to buy her a Birkin Even real street niggas still servin' the Perc' fiends Hey, hey, my side bitch be on that fake shit My life get plugged than Jay Critch [Chorus] Ooh, I told the truth (Brr) I never lied to you (Ooh) I told the truth I never lied to you Brr, brr (Hey, hey, hey) (Pew, pew) [Outro] Ooh, I told the truth (Brr) I never lied to you (Ooh) I told the truth I never lied to you Brr, brr (Hey, hey, hey) (Pew, pew)