Paparazzi lyrics

[Intro: Korban Baxter]
Yeah, I gotta talk my sh*t, yeah

[Chorus: Korban Baxter]
f*cked up in the crib
With my homies and a b*tch
And you know we getting lit
We don't talk about it
Bass booming in the whip
Grand hustle like I'm Tip
Yeah we with the sh*ts
So don't think about it
And we getting rich
When we drop it it's a hit
Gold plated on my wrist
It look like a fountain
And I don't got no kid
Got a life I gotta live
At the tables with a fit
I look like a bouncer

[Verse: Korban Baxter]
Believe in the spirit of God
Gotta thank him that I got here
Nother mill to the pot
Meter going up like a cab fare
And they say that Korban fell off
My n*gga I never left here
And I got a feeling that I can't care
Out of her head got 3 mill
My n*gga that's a clout sphere
In the metaverse counting up deposits
And I killed all of my fake friends
They hiding in my closet
[Chorus: Korban Baxter]
f*cked up in the crib
And we busting out the liq
Getting twisted like bih
You ain't trip about it
I don't f*ck with pigs
Yeah tryna get a clip
Tryna see just how we live
Act like paparazzi
And I want a fix
Got a feeling it's a itch
And it's something gotta give
I can't f*ck without it
If you tryna get a pic
Better catch me in some Ricks
Or we gotta mix
We won't talk about it

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2: Mad Sadiq]