Paper Chaser Lyrics

Kodeine Kwasi

Mega OD yea

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud

I had to spit this on a language u already know

If it ain't got that 808 then you don't hear me though

I know your type I know your kind I know what you about

You think your hood is everythang until you move out town

And when you come right back you know you gon be talking shit

Yo homeys say that you done changed you on some foreign shh

The black girls say you only fuck the white bitch

And when you meet up with your plug he change the prices

And everywhere you seem to turn your enemies around

They got the word that you been claiming you the king of town

They say you snitched on one of they partners they willing to do everything in the power

They come 30 deep in they hand with the choppa

They don't give a damn about nada just Blocka blocka blocka

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz, and get to juuggin get to bussin whoa whoa

Kwasi, Legend of Juice Lee

Richboy, I'ma throw some D

Don't leave, baby girl don't leave

Right before, I throw your wrist on freeze

Don't start it, my shooters don't miss targets

They counted me out, but now I'm just getting started

Whoa whoa How many flows?

Whoa whoa, how many hoes?

Whoa whoa how many shows?

Nigga you know

If you don't know i'ma show you

When they wanna get they roll on, I'm they go to

Baby dancing with no clothes on thats what she want do

I ain't had to tell her nothing cuz thats what she gon do

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz, and get to juuggin get to bussin whoa whoa

Kwasi, Legend of Juice Lee

Richboy, I'ma throw some D

Don't leave, baby girl don't leave

Right before, I throw your wrist on freeze whoa whoa