KidWond3r - Paper lyrics

[Verse 1] I heard n***as wanna stick me for my paper So I went and bought the choppa with the laser n***a how the f** 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 b**h I got your number but I'm still not gon' call you If its a lick b**h we hit it already You can have your b**h back I hit it already n***a you ain't gettin sh** back we split it already You talkin bout that street sh** we did it already You can't testify against me cuz he dead already f** this rap beef, shoot him in the head already! My n***as with it don't forget it We pullin up with dracos the size of a midget Pull up knock a n***a off his pivot .223 bullet knock a n***a out his fitted Now he smelling like he sh**ted He sneak dissed me, that f** n***a shouldn't have did it Depends on how I'm feeling I might f** her once and quit it Cuz I ain't got no time for these in love b**hes You better not run your mouth, we put stitches on snitches I'm a young street n***a, 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 b**hes! Buy the whole bar cuz I'm a nice guy And Ima 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 n***a I don't f** more hoes than LL I done sold more blow than Hell Rell n***a we'll kick your door down like 12 Rushing out the traphouse, I forgot the scale I can tell these n***as 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 cuz he broke as hell n***a I'm so mothaf**in cold I'm givin em hell! If you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell Free all of my n***as, got them k**as 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 b**h, now you sick cuz she f**in me b**h I feel like a Don, always shining like the f**in sun I get b**hes 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 f**in bum b**h I ain't the one talking dumb I cut out ya tounge When I up this gun better run like you're Forest Gump BRAATTT BAP BAP PAOW