PAPER CHASERS

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