Count Yo Paper Lyrics

Count yo fucking paper nigga

Keep that goddamn Glock beside you

Ion smoke no vapors nigga it's real exotics in my pocket

Bitch I been raising hell

Since a lil ass nigga I was doing random pop ups

My brodie got that stick in here

You know he won't hesitate to bust yo taco

(Huuuhh)

Clear the fucking scene when I step out bitch (huuuhh)

I done brought that fucking chuck shit to the south nigga

My whole gang fucking paid these bitches

Can't even choose how we step out different

Life gave us lemons, we served lemonade

Prolly had yo whole block turns out with it

I'm that one nigga used to post up in apartments

Servin package daily

The trap jumping this shit can't get no stopping nigga

My whole gang having babies

This shit crazy, how I'm supposed to turn the projects up?

All black Maybach Mercedes

Tryna find a way to get one for all my brothers

So just, Count yo fucking paper nigga

Keep that goddamn Glock beside you

Ion smoke no vapors nigga it's real exotics in my pocket

Bitch I been raising hell

Since a lil ass nigga I was doing random pop ups

My brodie got that stick in here

You know he won't hesitate to bust yo taco

Bodies on bodies, they keep on dropping

Get dead presidents, stack guap up

You don't even know the meaning (what he said)

Got four hundred plus songs in my vault

They say I'm on a mission

Bitch I'm glad you see it

Got this shit straight out the street

Ion even gotta reach for my pistol

You know I keep my shit in reach

For a big ass stack of cheese

I have my killers pull up

Clear the scene out

Joemac doing something different

Bitch I'm the one they wanna be now

Cause I'm up!

So count yo fucking paper nigga

Keep that goddamn Glock beside you

Ion smoke no vapors nigga it's real exotics in my pocket

Bitch I been raising hell

Since a lil ass nigga I was doing random pop ups

My brodie got that stick in here

You know he won't hesitate to bust yo taco