PARIS lyrics

[Intro]
83
Free my boy Sedah38

[Verse]
I don't no take Ls, I two to my face
Please have a seat, s'il vous plaît
I pull out the pistol, put two in his face
He jumping in yours, no, I can't catch no case
And I'm pulling right up and I'm all with the gang
And your girl is a sl*t and she coming my way
I ain't get to say bye, he surrounded by tape
And I'd just rather die than be cool with the jakes
How are you cool with these muh'f*ckin fakes?
I'm allergic (achoo) I can't hang around lames
Real diamonds all over my chain
I got it from the trap and I [?]
[?] baby, I'd rather die
b*tches be fake like the cars with the pesticide
The day you can kill me the day that I testify
Boss myself up, my whole life just got gentrified
So disappointed I'm feeling like Harden
I don't f*ck with a soul if I'm just being honest
I think I've had enough, mix the coke with my chronic
Pull up and take it like shawty she c*mmin'
I'd rather stay low and just count all my hundreds
Protect myself like a defensive weapon
I pray every time that I see him, I'm sorry
And I'm in the back of the car f*cking crying
I call myself out, "How are you? I am dying"
It's me, 83, who the f*ck is you?
We be the ones who be toting the twos
I like it when lil' shawty hit all the moves
Get a lil' b*tch, she do a dance on my tool
Pull out automatic and I let it rip, if you take me for a fool
You throwing up gang signs and taking these drugs, huh, just 'cause you think it is cool
I pull out the choppa and set up the table just to set the mood
You think that he [?] until he making the news
All these motherf*ckers fake
All that they do is a ruse
[Reprisal]
I don't no take Ls, I two to my face
Please have a seat, s'il vous plaît
I pull out the pistol, put two in his face
He jumping in yours, no, I can't catch no case
And I'm pulling right up and I'm all with the gang
And your girl is a sl*t and she coming my way
I ain't get to say bye, he surrounded by tape
And I'd just rather die than be cool with the jakes
How are you cool with these muh'f*ckin fakes?
I'm allergic (achoo) I can't hang around lames
Real diamonds all over my chain
I got it from the trap and I [?]
[?] baby, I'd rather die
b*tches be fake like the cars with the pesticide
The day you can kill me the day that I testify
Boss myself up, my whole life just got gentrified
So disappointed I'm feeling like Harden
I don't f*ck with a soul if I'm just being honest
I think I've had enough, mix the coke with my chronic
Pull up and take it like shawty she c*mmin'
I'd rather stay low and just count all my hundreds
[?] like a defensive weapon
I pray every time that I see him, I'm sorry
And I'm in the back of the car f*cking crying
I call myself out, "How are you? I am dying"
It's me, 83, who the f*ck is you?
We be the ones who be toting the twos
I like it when lil' shawty hit all the moves
Get a lil' b*tch, she do a dance on my tool
Pull out automatic and I let it rip, if you take me for a fool
You throwing up gang signs and taking these drugs, huh, just 'cause you think it is cool
I pull out the choppa and set up the table just to set the mood
You think that he [?] until he making the news
All these motherf*ckers fake
All that they do is a ruse