Paper

It's your first year of high school

Yeah

(Its- I'm scared) Are you excited about it?

I'm scared (Hahaha), I'm genuinely scared

Wh-What're you scared of?

Yeah

Uh, uh

Yeah

Uh, uh

Yeah

Uh, uh

Yeah

I ride around in that big body whip and that bitch tinted black

I move just like Obama

I'm blowing up like Osama

I might get a flight to Dubai and just cop me a llama

Shout out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)

Ya bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet

Run to the coin like I'm Sonic

I took that boy racks, now he whining

Lil' boy, come and find it

You know I count paper

Beam on the Glock, laser

Told a lil' bitch these Ricks

Not no Converse, not no Chuck Taylor

You know I count paper

Beam on the Glock, laser

You know I got fire to my nickname, The Big Layer

You better watch where you step

I say "Sorry bitch, I'm off the booze"

She chew me up like some food

I'm off a Xan, I look a fool

His momma just got the news

Damn, now her son in the ground

These niggas mad, go up to lay out

I pay for her butt, now she singing "Abow"

Paper I'm stackin'

I'm fly like a dragon

I'm fly like Aladdin

Lil' bitch I ain't cappin'

Today know I'm rappin'

But no, I ain't lackin'

Think I sold my soul, by the paper I'm havin'

But back the rapping

Got that lil' bitch gagging

My ex for a reason, that shit never happened

Lil' bitch you need to get back, back, back, back

Got a all black Scaff car, tell 'em "Move and Attack"

I ride around in that big body whip and that bitch tinted black

I move just like Obama

I'm blowing up like Osama

I might get a flight to Dubai and just cop me a llama

Shout out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)

Ya bitch in my crib and I fucked up her bonnet

Run to the coin like I'm Sonic

I took that boy racks, now he whining

Lil' boy, come and find it

You know I count paper

Beam on the Glock, laser

Told a lil' bitch these Ricks

Not no Converse, not no Chuck Taylor

You know I count paper

Beam on the Glock, laser

You know I got fire to my nickname, The Big Layer