onna way to the paper

Lyrics

, i'm on my way, i'm on my way, 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, fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour, i made my bitch serve shit like a waiter, i run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor, hitstick with the grip, keep it player, call me greedy 'cause i came in with the flavor, whip it, whip it like a slave, i'm a baker, house nigga in the kitchen with the white folks, i got high and started to think this was jamaica, smoke a nigga, 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, bitch, tell these pussy rappers stop playin', i'ma pull up, if they keep on buggin', nigga, 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 fuckin' triple like a fuckin' lay up, i'ma get the key and get some pussy then we lay up, 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, fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour, i made my bitch serve shit like a waiter, i run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor, hitstick with the grip, keep it player, please stop beggin' me, baby, i'm off these drugs, my mind crazy, all this shit i been through is what made me, this glock on my hip just for safety, i can't let these niggas faze me, i will not stop 'til i'm jay-z, oh, and my wifey beyonce, we send your bitch 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 niggas 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 shit that you do, 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, fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour, i made my bitch serve shit like a waiter, i run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor, hitstick with the grip, keep it player