Paper lyrics

[Verse 1]
I heard n*ggas wanna stick me for my paper
So I went and bought the choppa with the laser
n*gga, how the f*ck is you gon' rob a robber?
I don't think you know I got that problem solver with me
I got bought my granddaddy Harry a Revolver
b*tch, I got your number but I'm still not gon' call you
If it's a lick, b*tch, we hit it already
You can have your b*tch back, I hit it already
n*gga, you ain't gettin' sh*t back, we split it already
You talkin' 'bout that street sh*t, we did it already
You can't testify against me cuz he dead already
f*ck this rap beef, shoot him in the head already!
My n*ggas with it, don't forget it
We pullin' up with Dracos the size of a midget
Pull up, knock a n*gga off his pivot
.223 bullet knock a n*gga out his fitted
Now he smelling like he sh*tted
He sneak dissed me, that f*ck n*gga shouldn't have did it
Depends on how I'm feeling I might f*ck her once and quit it
Cuz I ain't got no time for these in love b*tches
You better not run your mouth, we put stitches on snitches
I'm a Young Street n*gga, I set my Chevy on 6's
I'm riding fast in this V12 on the road to riches
I'm a male gigolo, I leave my semen on b*tches!
Buy the whole bar cuz I'm a nice guy
And I'ma rob my plug if the price high
We just took off ya Cuban link
Robbed you for your gold
You would think I had a patch on my right eye
n*gga, I done f*ck more hoes than LL
I done sold more blow than Hell Rell
n*gga, we'll kick your door down like 12
Rushing out the trap house, I forgot the scale
I can tell these n*ggas be frail, but act tough as hell
I could sell sand to a beach, I give you a shell
He say he get dough, I couldn't tell cuz he broke as hell
n*gga, I'm so mothaf*ckin' cold I'm givin' 'em hell!
If you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell
Free all of my n*ggas, got them killas living through a cell
Earned all my stripes, I'm an OG
I got OG's up in Heaven looking over me
Used to be a shorty, now the shorties lookin' up to me
That used to be your b*tch, now you sick cuz she f*ckin' me
b*tch, I feel like a Don, always shining like the f*ckin' Sun
I get b*tches sprung swinging wood like I'm Barry Bond
Ain't for none, I stick to my gun like a piece of gum
From the slums, I need every crumb like a f*ckin' bum
b*tch, I ain't the one talking dumb, I cut out ya tongue
When I up this gun, better run like you're Forrest Gump
BRAATTT, BAP, BAP, PAOW!