Yeah, Paper Roue Business, Yeah Yeah (GLOCK)

[Verse 1]

Young nigga, I been havin' cash. I ain't got a brag

All this money in my damn pocket the reason why I'm saggin'

Burn a nigga like a damn tan, I hit him and his man

I'm pullin' up in that Audi fast, I'm bout to drop a bag

Smokin' Gelato, you smoke 87. All i know is gas

Nigga don't ask me where them hoes at

Boy where yo hoe at?

Brand new Glock, It's extended clip. That bitch big too

You a fool if you think my niggas ain't gone pull up and shoot

They let it loose, slidin' in that coupe, with yo baby boo

Pourin' 4s in that Mountain Dew, yeah you know how I move

Servin' birds I like bread, chasin' to it I break my leg

Thumb until I hurt my hand

Smokin' gas straight to the head

These niggas talkin' like they really bout it

We pullin' up then we in and out it

With the grape, smokin' on purple flowers

Trynna scrape the money to the sky like a tower

Got some choppers on the side of me

Yeah, my lil niggas gone ride for me

My lil bitch gone lie for me

I'm the shit these flies on me

Let a nigga come and try to take some

When he see that carbon bet he play dumb

My niggas I got stay sayin' red rum

Throwin' bullets like Brady nigga no Tom

Banana shit, ape shit, congo

Hit em with a 30 piece combo

Make it rain better get a puncho

Whole lotta everything, I'm commando

Fuck what you heard I'm just sayin' though

Ask ya best friend, I'm the man hoe

We don't talk so these niggas layin' low

We don't talk so these niggas layin' low

Ridin' 'round and you know I'm trynna get it

I ain't trynna talk bitch I just wanna hit it

Hit a lick with my nigga D, know we split it

Karate Kid, Glock leap when that chopper kickin'

Gnats wanna talk every time I come around

When they see Glock man you know they face sour

I don't give a fuck I'm still smokin' on sour

I don't give a fuck I'm still smokin' on sour

I don't give a fuck I'm still smokin' on sour nigga

Nigga, No Flockin'

No motha' fuckin' flockin' nigga

Whole lotta everything, boy