Chase The Paper (Feat. Prodigy, Kidd Kidd & Styles P)
Yeah, yeah, *****, yeah
Yeah *****, yeah
Yeah *****
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 **** 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 **** with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'
You got that big body Benz, ha
You find the ***** that you want
You just treat her and her friend, ha
You don' ****** up that coke, ha
Them ****** mad as a **********
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
It's summer time and you can't even go out
***** you stressed, ha
They talkin' about you in the hood, ha
They sayin' yo ass can't come around
You sayin' you could, ha
That ***** flip gave you the boot, ha
She ain't ******' ***** with you
'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 before you dead, ha
****** paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now
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 **** 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 **** with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'
Yeah, it's my summer
Go 'head say somethin', I want you to say somethin'
So I can smacke the ******' black off you, *****
I spit in yo face faggot
Come through there man, I can't wait man
Summer time we gon' mash out this year, *****
I got shooters, oh my god
Ya' ****** don't want it with me now, man
The **** man, ya'll now where I come from
They now what turf I was tourin' from
South side *****, ride or be rode on
You know the rules
Live this summer or die this summer b
It's real
Chase The Paper (Feat. Prodigy, Kidd Kidd & Styles P)LRC歌词
Yeah, yeah, *****, yeah
Yeah *****, yeah
Yeah *****
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 **** 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 **** with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'
You got that big body Benz, ha
You find the ***** that you want
You just treat her and her friend, ha
You don' ****** up that coke, ha
Them ****** mad as a **********
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
It's summer time and you can't even go out
***** you stressed, ha
They talkin' about you in the hood, ha
They sayin' yo ass can't come around
You sayin' you could, ha
That ***** flip gave you the boot, ha
She ain't ******' ***** with you
'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 before you dead, ha
****** paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now
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 **** 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 **** with the kid
You bound to get shot frontin'
Yeah, it's my summer
Go 'head say somethin', I want you to say somethin'
So I can smacke the ******' black off you, *****
I spit in yo face faggot
Come through there man, I can't wait man
Summer time we gon' mash out this year, *****
I got shooters, oh my god
Ya' ****** don't want it with me now, man
The **** man, ya'll now where I come from
They now what turf I was tourin' from
South side *****, ride or be rode on
You know the rules
Live this summer or die this summer b
It's real
