Shy Glizzy - Paper Soldiers lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy] Yeah, mob GG for life s**ers 30 30, 30 30, yeah [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] b**hes they ain’t sh**, yeah, b**hes on my dick, yeah n***as broke as sh**, yeah, I can’t hit a lick, yeah Check my criminal history, n***a I ain’t never snitched, nope Ridin’ with that stick, yeah, p**y don’t get hit, yeah Look at me I’m rich b**h, you might think I’ll make it fire My n***as really hit sh**, n***a GG is the mob b**h n***a don’t test me, I might throw your a** a lob You know they call me Jefe, I can give your a** a job That n***a was my homie then he turned into an opp We ran into his homies, shot they a** up with the Glocks Styrofoam on me, b**h you know I’m sippin’ wop That trap phone for the junkies and my homies who got locked 30 30 on me, baby I won’t never lie 30, that’s my brodie, know he always got my back n***as tryna be Glizzy, they ain’t even got no straps In competition with me, you ain’t even got them racks [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] Been swingin’ them choppers like a n***a from the ‘Nolia Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier b**h wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older My n***as that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier [Verse 2: Goo Glizzy] I been chasing money, b**h I got a hundred stacks Everybody gotta go, I can’t get my 30 back Hundred grams takin’ one, watch how quick I bounce back If you ever cross the mob, ain’t no f**in’ coming back I’m a gangster, I’m a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota I’m really thugging, I can show you f** feelings, my heart frozen Every time we go and expose you Don’t act stupid, you know the motive I just pray and keep it on me When I pray it’s even on me You know I’m pistol packin’, shawty get it clappin’ like the ‘Nolia Ain’t no lackin’, b**h I’m strapped up, every day I’m loaded He took one of my kind so forever b**h I owe it The streets or in the jail n***a, I remain a soldier [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] Been swingin’ them choppers like a n***a from the ‘Nolia Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier b**h wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older My n***as that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier [Verse 3: DF Gizzle] b**h I’m in LA, sippin’ Wockhardt with Philly Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high don’t go away Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away Homicide on my line, I’ma learn the harder way b**h I’m sliding every day, this ain’t slide, no way Dropping thirty for 30, got ’bout twenty more to spray Mama say she stressin’ crazy ’bout me, all she do is pray Ask the lord to forgive me, hope he wash these sins away ‘Cause I been swinging that chopper like a n***a from the ‘Nolia I been about that action, I know them n***as done told you See I ain’t here to hold you, this sh** really never over It’s Glizzy Gang b**h, we bring it to you like we owe you, p**y [Chorus: Shy Glizzy] Been swingin’ them choppers like a n***a from the ‘Nolia Back when I was young my mama told me I’m a soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier b**h wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older My n***as that’s really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier