PAPER CHASERS Lyrics

I ain't ever claim to be the greatest, I ain't living no facade

But all my homies paper chasers, bitch I put that on my mom

Look at all this gualla raining down straight from the clouds above

Hoe if you not making any money, then you good for nothing

Stack, Stack, Stack, had to go and stack up another K

I'm smoking this blunt right to the face, then I tell my girl she can come over to my place

I'm makin' it clap, clap, clap, clap, man this dick gon' make that bitch go insane

It's no question that my girl finna stay, knowing that these backshots hit her brain

What? No

Really that's none of your business, we not friends get the fuck out of my mentions

I don't fuck with you I know your intentions, you talk tough boy you better be ready then

Bot ass boy think that he's sentient, hope the weed that you smoke got some fent in it

You wanna throw hands with me better tell me when, talk on me I dare you to do it again

Bro, why the hell you gettin' mad over a fucking follow

My name inside your mouth so much lil bitch you better swallow

Lil nigga don't wanna message me, you don't want no fuckin' problems

I've been burning niggas up, then I turn them into dust, just like the first Apollo

Pussy boy its up when I see you, you done, you gon' taste these fuckin' hollows

You ain't ever scared us, you ain't toting no guns, and all the money you got is borrowed

Talkin' so loud, never get that, give a fuck about what a bitch said

Get my damn lyrics through your thick head, stand my damn ground better get back

I ain't ever claim to be the greatest, I ain't living no facade

But all my homies paper chasers, bitch I put that on my mom

Look at all this gualla raining down straight from the clouds above

Hoe if you not making any money, then you good for nothing