Get That Paper Lyrics

Let's go

Shorty G

Man it's twenty-two

Let's go

Y'all know the vibes

Let's go

Yeah

The forty stick so close to me you think we was neighbors

I don't fret with fuck niggas I just get that paper

Breed let off several shots but it didn't even graze us

You let a nigga take your stick so now you in the grave son

I'm a real gangster this that shit you can't rehearse

When I was 10 I kept that blower and put in that work

God bless me dearly it's a reason I'm still on this earth

So ima do it to the limit till I'm off this earth

I got some southside niggas with them forty blics

I got some northside niggas with extended clips

I know some killers from the Curv that blow a cold shoty

And when they finish with you they won't identify the body

I got some gangsters down south that'll leave you bent

I got some gangsters down south represent the six

I know some niggas in the ATL them boys ready

Nationwide with this gangster shit just free Larry

Projects repping in this bitch shout out the seven fours

You can stack the condos high they still da Bungalow

Atta bees kept it popping get it for the low

Robert Taylor kept it popping with them freaky hoes

Let's go

Playas give me dap when I be swerving in the scenery

I be getting it busting that is why your hoe be feeling me

Never leave the house without the drum you niggas fringy

Keep my circle small unless you matching with my energy

Jimmy dropped a dime hoping that them pigs would also finish me

Damn that nigga a rat I should've knew it from the beginning G

King was on front line I swear to gawd when Linda sentenced me

We running up the bag straight to the hustle that's where my muscles be

The 40 stick so close to me you would think we was neighbors

I don't fret with fuck niggas I just get that paper

Breed let off several shots but it didn't even graze

You let a nigga take your stick so now you in the grave son

I'm a real gangster this that shit you can't rehearse

When I was 10 I kept that blower and put in that work

God bless me dearly it's a reason I'm still on dis earth

So ima do it to the fullest till I'm off the earth

I don't finally hit the motherload

We.ae ain't going broke no moe

Bitches come a dim or dozen so I can never a trust a hoe

One thing in my life that my 2 eyes ain't never seen before

A thot that would not go that's why I keep them bitches on the rope

That yolo on top of the stove it made it glow they got em' lucky charms

Posted outside of the store I got it joking pay me Leprechaun

Diord to floor in Aura

Stayin shape I'm a hexagon

If this music don't soar straight to border plug me Mexican

Hucklebee

Last time that I seen him I was sixteen

And by that time I didn't need no father he was dead to me

Excessively I blow on dem trees it just refreshes me

I be in my own lane but I will swerve if you addressing things

The 40 stick so close to me you would think we neighbors

I don't fret with fuck niggas I just get that paper

Breed let off several shots but it didn't even graze us

You let a nigga take your stick so now you in da grave son

I'm a real gangster this that shit you can't rehearse

When I was 10 I kept that blower and put in that work

God bless me dearly it's a reason I'm still on dis earth

So ima do it to the limit till I'm off the earth

Yeah

Y'all already know how the vibes be

Shorty G

Land of the Lost

Bloody curve

Chiraq

It's up there stuck