Yhung T.O. - Onna Way to the Paper lyrics

[Intro: 03 Greedo] I'm on my way I'm on my way [Chorus: 03 Greedo] Please stop buggin' me, baby I be on the way to the paper I got that blower on my hip like a pager I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater f** around and sell a brick to your neighbour I made my b**h serve sh** like a waiter I run my motherf**in' city like the mayor Hitstick with the grip, keep it player [Verse 1: 03 Greedo] Call me Greedy 'cause I came in with the flavor Whip it, whip it like a slave, I'm a baker House n***a in the kitchen with the white folks I got high and started to think this was Jamaica Smoke a n***a, send him off to meet his maker Whole team wearin' purple like the Lakers Lonzo the way I ball, step your game up Gonzo, long nose make you wake up Chopper for the shake up I was in the Bay, smokin' K with the gangster Crack in the streets, we from the were the Earth quakes, b**h Tell these p**y rappers stop playin', I'ma pull up If they keep on buggin', n***a, we don't have to play tough We don't even play fair either, you can get sprayed up I am not a sniper, but I'm quick to hold the K up I got all this f**in' triple like a f**in' lay up I'ma get the key and get some p**y then we lay up [Chorus: 03 Greedo] Please stop buggin' me, baby I be on the way to the paper I got that blower on my hip like a pager I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater f** around and sell a brick to your neighbour I made my b**h serve sh** like a waiter I run my motherf**in' city like the mayor Hitstick with the grip, keep it player [Verse 2: Yhung T.O.] Please stop beggin' me, baby I'm off these d**, my mind crazy All this sh** I been through is what made me This Glock on my hip just for safety I can't let these n***as faze me I will not stop 'til I'm JAY-Z Oh, and my wifey Beyoncé We send your b**h on a blind date I was in LA, totin' straps with the gangsters Ferragamo cuffs, used to be on the ankle Free all of my n***as out the cell, give 'em [?] Smokin' all this dope 'til my chest feelin' strangled I can't rewind with you Wish I wouldn't waste time with you I got my love from my moms But I got my pain from you All the sh** that you do [Chorus: 03 Greedo] Please stop buggin' me, baby I be on the way to the paper I got that blower on my hip like a pager I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater f** around and sell a brick to your neighbour I made my b**h serve sh** like a waiter I run my motherf**in' city like the mayor Hitstick with the grip, keep it player