Paper - LUD FOE

I heard niggas wanna stick me for my paper

So I went and bought the choppa with the laser

Nigga how the fuck is you gon' rob a robber?

I don’t think you know I got that problem solver with me

I got bought my grandaddy Harry a revolver

Bitch I got your number but I’m still not gon' call you

If its a lick bitch we hit it already

You can have your bitch back I hit it already

Nigga you ain’t gettin shit back we split it already

You talkin bout that street shit we did it already

You can’t testify against me cause he dead already

Fuck this rap beef, shoot him in the head already!

My niggas with it don’t forget it

We pullin up with dracos the size of a midget

Pull up knock a nigga off his pivot

.223 bullet knock a nigga out his fitted

Now he smelling like he shitted

He sneak dissed me, that fuck nigga shouldn’t have did it

Depends on how I’m feeling I might fuck her once and quit it

Cause I ain’t got no time for these in love bitches

You better not run your mouth, we put stitches on snitches

I’m a young street nigga, I set my Chevy on 6's

I’m riding fast in this V12 on the road to riches

I’m a male gigolo I leave my semen on bitches!

Buy the whole bar cause I’m a nice guy

And I’m a rob my plug if the price high

We just took off ya Cuban Link

Robbed you for your gold

You would think I had a patch on my right eye

Nigga I don’t fuck more hoes than LL

I done sold more blow than Hell Rell

Nigga we’ll kick your door down like 12

Rushing out the traphouse, I forgot the scale

I can tell these niggas be frail, but act tough as hell

I could sell Santana beats, I give you a shell

He say he get dough, I couldn’t tell cause he broke as hell

Nigga I’m so mothafuckin cold I’m givin em hell!

If you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell

Free all of my niggas, got them killas living through a cell

Earned all my stripes, I’m an OG

I got OG’s up in heaven looking over me

Used to be a shorty, now the shorties lookin up to me

They used to be your bitch, now you sick cause she fuckin me

Bitch I feel like a Don, always shining like the fuckin sun

I get bitches sprung swinging wood like I’m Barry Bond

Ain’t for none, I stick to my gun like a piece of gum

From the slums, I need every crumb like a fuckin bum

Bitch I ain’t the one talking dumb I cut out ya tounge

When I up this gun better run like you’re Forest Gump

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