JR Writer - Dark Paradise lyrics

I'm hitting the trap, cooking the work Fixing them packs that be hooking the turf And the hood on alert, pushing your worth And the b**hes on that look as good as the first Look at your earth, look in the world Just send her a drink 'cause she looking on thirsty Put on a skirt then get put in a hearse Put in the dirt and then pull in the shirt I got it from here, high as the lean I'm in the air, it's a private affair Why would I care? How could you dare When I pop this sit open get the rioting gear Writer is here, mami is all wet And all they keep saying is papi, come here Once I get a pair I disappear The top of the game for the top of the year, yeah sponsored links Musical d**, scoop you a dub Scenes from above, get the user a buzz I do what I does, scoop it, I'm loved Bump into me and you blowing a hug I got the belt, y'all on the shelf Sick in the brain, I think I need some help You know how I play, I get the dough Might smoke to the face but don't lie to yourself I been in the league, been in the lead Roll up on n***as like Christopher Reeve You know how I get it, I get to the cheese Snowing on n***as in 60 degrees Please You don't know that I'm hot but you're holding my co*k like I load every shot and get low from the cops like It's the high life, let me go through your high lights I be all night, everybody at the supermarket know you don't shop right Your swagger is off, I laugh at your flow, back at the loft You rappers are lost, have it your way' I'm feverish hot, I beat up the block, we just be on the block I know what it's worth, f** what you heard You run out of work, just put me in a pod