[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
Half of Nepal in my undercoat
Magnum in the dresser like a thunder bolt
I learned mathematics just to sell my dope
Boy I learned a gun just to sell my coke
Candy in the dirt k**a, now we King sling
Put in that work cuh, gun straight banging
Paper Platoon, we them goons get your mo'f**ing cash do the math we gon' run up on your a** like pow
[Verse 1 repeated up to "King sling"]
[Verse 2]
Now you strapped like your girl bra
You gone catch a hot, we yelling Worldstar
Seven gun salute the bird call
And we gon' smoke until this Earth fall
And them coppers, man, they know my name
Yeah we bleed, but don't look, don't believe the same things
Outta my hand I break the law
Got a big chance they catching on
We move it down, we drop and chop and
Ship them, long as we drunk and
Shoplifting rock, b**h
No gla**es on, godless, mob living, cold flashes
Spark Master Tape
Never gave a f** about a b**h, hoes, or a snitch
I'm at a b**h house, eat a dick
Rather be a rich motherf**er than broke as f**
Rather have a Benz on twenty nine rims sipping on some Pimm's in the middle of a golden tub
Coke cuts, we bag 'em up
No rush get tucked and touched
f** around with us
Paper platoon we smoke like uuhh..
[Verse 3]
Spark Master Tape you have 60 seconds to win the million
Oh man..Ppfft..Ahh I know this man, uhm.. Aight well it's
Not gonna be A.. but uhmm.. aight what about something
What if it's B.. nah nah that's not it.. I mean s-pfftt..
I guess it can be A, nahh man.. I guess it might.. nah..
Aight, what about D?.. Nah, if it was D then.. sh**.. uhhhmm
It must be A, A, A, b**h what the f** is you say b**h
Slap a ho like I'm racist, make the b**h get some braces
Shoutout to the homeboy Raid, PAPER PLATOON ALL DAY
We boxers play don't spin around, cause all this f**in' cash is clay
I'm Ca**ius Clay with a left hook
Yeah we duck out
Leave the ref shook
You a f** boy and a fake thug
Catch a real slug from the paper
I guess.. I guess my answer's A
BEEP