Rifle Through the Paper ft. Zooka Lyrics

Going up and going down

Please just pour another round, please

I just need another dab to get rid of my nerves, please

Got a Gucci sweater made of fleece

Got hella modded AMGs

And I got, like, all the cheese

Don't talk to me, just bitch, please

I wake up from a dream, now I'm drowning in the night sweats

Intercept your flow, Zooka line up in the dime sets

Hit a new timeline, I gotta check my watch

Got grey on my eyeline, I'm feeling like I'm Five-Nine

I'm eating good, I'm smoking up

Not feeling good, I'm throwing up

Don't know what to do, I'm throwing the game

XSpence on here, he going insane

Got a bad lil' bitch, she rolling up

She roll my blunts for free

Got a girl, not what I need

Need the money, give it, please, bitch

But when the demons come, grab a gun, you better run

And I'm climbing to the top, finna do that shit for fun

Like Lil Uzi Vert, counting money, it's a ton

And I feel like Lucifer, when I'm smoking on this blunt, you heard

I'm popping, I'm dropping, ten bodies, you feel me

And I feel the light, righteous, you better die for this

And I ain't even write this shit, it's straight off the dome

And I'm with this shit, I make a killing

Out of swishers, where's the dealer?

Badass bitch, I feel like Krillin

Almost wish I had to steal her, cause this bitch just might be stealing

Almost hit up my distiller, I need something to tame this feeling

Feel like Michael, I'm a thriller

Feel like Michael, I'm a killer

Michael make a movie, then I'll travel to the bay

Sit in my jacuzzi while I rifle through the paper

Take one to the face, I'ma see you later

Zooka going viral, Tyler Blevins low taper

Know she going viral when I videotape her

Lace the shrooms, now my head is in a spiral

How I wake up in the morning, how I wake up in the morning

How I wake up in the morning, just look at the title

Wonder what I'm aiming for, the motherfucking title

Tryna be a legend, but it's just another title

Say hi, Zooka coming at you and he waving like a tidal

Wanted nothing to do with him, but now she waving at her idol

He talking shit, I'm aiming at his vitals

We ain't even rivals, I just needed target practice for my rifles