PARIS lyrics

[Chorus]
Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone, I ain't gon' say how I feel today
I been ridin' doley with my brothers, these n*ggas ain't cut enough, I had to get away
f*ck all these broke n*ggas, I ain't never really f*cked with y'all n*ggas
Only worried 'bout the bands and my n*ggas, she don't like it when I'm out with my n*ggas
b*tch, I'm a real life savage, f*ck a n*gga hoe, took her out to Paris
And that b*tch know I'm 'bout it, I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
On the gang I swear we wildin', tool-er in the back, don't try no edgy sh*t
Told my whole team that I got 'em, f*ck on a hoe while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up Obama's

[Verse]
Got it all by myself, you ain't believe, we was sellin' leafs, with these hoes on me
n*gga set up with the gang, know they rock with me, big killers and them O's with me
Twenty-five just for the gold on three, can't no n*gga walk, like he known with me
No number, just the gold on three (Ugh)
Got on my ass and b*tch put Louis on my dawg
Broke n*ggas talk down on my name, just like these hoes 'cause I'on trust 'em
I got a message for all you fake n*ggas, that have never seen me come from nothing
Whole lotta hoes they mad at me, 'cause after I f*ck I swear I'ma dub her
Told that b*tch I can fly her to Asia, how you blowin' my phone when you hate me?
Only f*ck with me 'cause I got paper, they talking on me like they know I'ma take it
Got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it, and that n*gga try finding converstations, I hate it
That b*tch, we got them bands by our 'lone, 'lone, why they talkin' to me? I'on know y'all

[Chorus]
Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone, I ain't gon' say how I feel today
I been ridin' doley with my brothers, these n*ggas ain't cut enough, I had to get away
f*ck all these broke n*ggas, I ain't never really f*cked with y'all n*ggas
Only worried 'bout the bands and my n*ggas, she don't like it when I'm out with my n*ggas
b*tch, I'm a real life savage, f*ck a n*gga hoe, took her out to Paris
And that b*tch know I'm 'bout it, I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
On the gang I swear we wildin', tool-er in the back, don't try no edgy sh*t
Told my whole team that I got 'em, f*ck on a hoe while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up Obama's