Paparazzi lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
([?])
Yeah

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Young n*gga, I f*cked the baddest of the baddest hoes
And every b*tch you ever seen me with, she helped me stash the pros
I was sittin' inside the trap, Boogs was grabbin' phones
When we was swipin', I woke up, rolled up, and hit the road
These hoes love your ass to death until your money low
It's four thousand for a 'bow, we sell 'em whole, we only smoke the O's
You know we chargе they ass a fee, they trappin' in our zone
Shе sent the di*k then I went straight to sleep and she played with her rolls
Free my n*ggas out them cages
Always knew I'd get some money, I sat down and I just waited
I'm like a teacher with this work, you always catch me countin' paper
I just got a brand new Glock, let me get switchie and a lazer

[Verse 2: MJPAID]
Foreign b*tch, she want some sushi, [?]
Only sh*t I'm savin' is my paper, I can't save
Four up in my pop with no chaser, this a face
I keep catchin' waves, I think I might be a sailor
I know you ain't cross the state lines, you hit Taylor
[?] quick as hell, Reggie on the passers
n*ggas is my sons, f*ck it, I ain't with the labor (Damn)
MJ tryna jugg the f*ckin' city like the mayor (Like I'm Quan)
Out of town, I told her throw the head and make it sloppy (Please)
Knowin' she a demon, but the pus*y almost got me (Wow)
I was high as f*ck, eatin' steak, me and Ghasi
Out in Cali, sorry we don't f*ck with paparazzi
[Verse 3: Fordio]
It's a third round, fire and drank, I keep noddin'
Pour some more lines 'cause I just caught a new deposit
sh*t, you get when I'm shoppin', debit in my pockets
Don't know what he doin', swing the laws, I bet I pop him
Found a run, I bet a profit
Know that n*gga dead, bro, someone get him a coffin
I can write a book about the juggs but not an author
Pretty b*tch, she from the hood but brain on Harvard
n*gga tryna fake it like he eatin', know he starvin'
Forty in the paint and pops a different kind of artist
It's kind of hard to punch a clock, I'm wipin' every mornin'
This all fifties and hundreds, sh*t, I'm busy tryna sort 'em
They treat him like a ham, he too busy gettin' shorted

[Verse 4: TrDee]
Syrup in the room but, nah, this ain't for no pancakes
Plug blessed me with a couple grams, that's my essay
When you really rich, every day just like your birthday
When you really lit, I bet she f*ck you and your mans
She ain't got a body, then that b*tch ain't got a chance
Diamonds on me dancin' like we at the school dance
Argue with my b*tch, told her f*ck you and your friends
Told y'all n*ggas we'll blow up, I ain't cap
Loaded up a couple sites, I ain't trap
You were here on April Fools, I ain't strapped
So think about that next time you think I lack
sh*ttyBoyz