Paul Bunyan Lyrics

I do it bigger than all of these niggas my life on Paul Bunyan

My bitch a tall woman, I fuck get all stomach

So bring the war to me, I'm in the mall stunting

I think I brought twenty

Don't give me no dap

Don't try to get pictures, don't tell me let's work

Don't need me weed, I don't care bout no perks

I don't care who got drink less I opened it first

And I don't have any words less you copping the verse

Hop in the vert, go JFK when I'm dropping the top

Plug with Koreans and with some hells angels

And they usually racist but like me a lot

My bitch think I'm cheating

But I'm on that Jenga how I'm pulling pieces and buying the block

Niggas is lamer than me

When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks

GPS system attached to my sock

Stick through my pants like my Glock and my cock

My bitch get so mad when my print sticking out

But girl this yo dick what you bitching about

Can spit in yo face or just spit in yo mouth

If you get out my face then I figure out

Your corner can't stop me I stick to my route

Your can't stop me I stick to my route

We don't do hellcats I rather the lamb

Still in the streets but like part time I scam

Laptop 200 how I keep on punching man this bitch done made me like 85 grand

I got connections to African mobsters who wire some millions so who tapping in

Ain't trusting no banks they ain't clean as you think

So we put it in stocks and just wash it through land

Need 5 money counters and 3 loyal niggas

It take me too long if I count this by hand

I mailed a 50 I'm hoping it land

Got too trigger happy I hit my potna

I weight that lean by my baby mama

Really just came here for baby bottles

But she wanna fuck til the neighbors knocking

RIP Daniel Jordan, RIP Tank, Like RIP Justin, like RIP Greg

RIP George and RIP Ree

If I don't go hard then RIP me

85 Inches on a smart TV

Mail that off so I bought her weave

They checking ID don't get cold feet

Send me that info get a verify link

I do it bigger than all of these niggas my life on Paul Bunyan

My bitch a tall woman, I fuck get all stomach

So bring the war to me, I'm in the mall stunting

I think I brought twenty

Don't give me no dap

Don't try to get pictures, don't tell me let's work

Don't need me weed, I don't care bout no perks

I don't care who got drink less I opened it first

And I don't have no words less you copping the verse

Hop in the vert, go JFK when I'm dropping the top

Plug with Koreans and with some hells angels

And they usually racist but like me a lot

My bitch think I'm cheating

But I'm on that Jenga how I'm pulling pieces and buying the block

Niggas is lamer than me

When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks

Niggas is lamer than me

When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks

Niggas is lamer than me

When I popped anything and was stuck on them fetynal Roxy's

Niggas is lamer than me

When I fucked anything and was stuck moving five dollar rocks

Niggas is lamer than me

When I popped anything and was stuck on them fetynal Roxy's