Paper Chaser lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, n*gga, yeah
Yeah, n*gga, yeah
Yeah, n*gga

[Chorus]
I'm a paper chaser
My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is
The moment you expired, I handle my biz
I make somethin' outta nothin', you f*ck with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'
I'm a paper chaser
My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is
The moment you expired, I handle my biz
I make somethin' outta nothin', you f*ck with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'

[Verse 1]
You got that big body Benz, ha
You find the b*tch that you want
You just treat her and her friend, ha
You don' f*cked up that coke, ha
Them n*ggas mad as a mothaf*cker, they finna get you smoked, ha
They outside where you rest, ha
Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest, ha
It's hot you wearin' your vest, ha (Yeah)
It's summer time and you can't even go out, n*gga, you stressed, ha
They talkin' about you in the hood, ha (Haha)
They sayin' yo ass can't come around, you sayin' you could, ha
That b*tch flip gave you the boot, ha
She ain't f*ckin' with you, n*gga, 'cause you ain't got no loot, ha
Ain't nothin' left for you to do, ha
So you back in the hood with your pistol ready to shoot, ha
It won't be long 'fore you dead, ha
n*ggas paid me to hit ya I got to put one in yo head now!
[Chorus]
I'm a paper chaser
My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is
The moment you expired, I handle my biz
I make somethin' outta nothin', you f*ck with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'
I'm a paper chaser
My Glock I'll fire it, you know what it is
The moment you expired, I handle my biz
I make somethin' outta nothin', you f*ck with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'

[Outro]
Yeah!
It's my summer!
Go 'head say somethin'
I want you to say somethin'
So I can smack the f*ckin' black off you, n*gga
I spit in your face, faggot
Come through there, man, I can't wait, man
Summer time we gon' mash out this year, n*gga
I got shooters
Oh my God!
Ya'll n*ggas don't want it with me now, man
The f*ck, man, ya'll now where I come from
They know what cloth I was torn from
Southside, n*gga
Ride or be rode on
You know the rules!
Live this summer or die this summer, babe
It's real!