Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo , CMG The Label ● Paparazzi

[Intro]
(Forever rollin')

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
He must thought this shit was sweet, but it’s a Sour Patch (Sour Patch)
[?] all through Tennessee, lost police like a hour back
You gon' get found hit up, if he diss us, that’s how I’ll...⇣ More

[Intro]
(Forever rollin')

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
He must thought this shit was sweet, but it’s a Sour Patch (Sour Patch)
[?] all through Tennessee, lost police like a hour back
You gon' get found hit up, if he diss us, that’s how I’ll react
AR out the window, make his trigger clap like jumpin' jacks
It’s gon' be a killin’ if we found out that you fuck wit’ that
Get low, I shoot this pole, I make you limbo, no hittin' back (Ain’t no hittin' back)
You heard somethin' 'bout it, I can take you where they do it at (Take you where they do it at)
They don’t want no ZaZa, this where snorters and them shooters at
[?] I mean, I started wit' a ball, flip the .23s out
Silly fool, kickin' it wit' dude like you ain’t know he ratted (You ain’t know hеr told?)
You got picks and choose, I ain’t got no picks, all of 'em get this clip (All of 'еm get this gun)
I up his blick, I shoot, I ain’t gon' miss now when he talk he spit (When he talk he spit)
Playin' tough, nigga, you been a bitch like when he walk his switch (Like when he walk his switch)




[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
(Yeah boy, I heard you been a bitch, you probably take 'em)
Ayy, this that slide music (Yeah)
Grab yo' blick, go hit the switch, somebody died too
Some of these niggas ain’t killers, they actually murderers, they really in fifth (Fifth)
I seen a nigga pop a X (What), land a body on a pill (Damn)
Bitch tried to hurt me (Hurt me), I popped a perky (Perky), bitch, I’m good (I’m good)
Numb to the pain (I am), my feelings don’t even exist (At all)
Really, this 'bout a bitch nigga (Yuh), [?] over rich niggas
Executive drug dealer, who the fuck raise you niggas (Who that)
You ain’t never watch 48 Hours? You don’t understand Law and Power? (Do you?)
I cherish this thing [?], let me go get me niggas they flowers (Lets get it)
Rollie, Rollie, Richard AP, can’t buy time in these streets
Don’t put [?], everybody [?] not me
Who you ever help, nigga (Who?), you only 'bout yourself, nigga (Facts)
You ain’t a boss, you ain’t got a trace
You ain’t a boss, you ain’t got the [?]
You seen this shit when I was in the kitchen
Turned around then I went and did it

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Walkin' out of each state, wit' a choppa on me (Choppa on me)
Damn, first it was the feds, now the paparazzi on me (Paparazzi on me)
(Yeah, first it was the feds, now the paparazzi on me)

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Headshot, bury him, dug him up, turn around, do it again (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I’m too consistent wit' murder, my shotters gon' do him in (Bow, bow, bow)
When I up this .5, niggas gon' sing just like a violin
Bitch, you cross yo' head, yo’ mammy, she gon' miss her chile then (Pussy)
I could go retarded wit' the Draco, I put you to shame
Nigga play wit' me one time, I swear that lil' shit cost his brain (Pussy)
Walk 'em down, certified, streets’ll tell you ‘fore I got the fame
Switches on my Glock, all my young niggas, shit, I ain’t got no aim
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]

Walkin' out of each state, wit' a choppa on me (Choppa on me)
Damn, first it was the feds, now the paparazzi on me (Paparazzi on me)
(Yeah, first it was the feds, now the paparazzi on me)

[Outro: Blac Youngsta]
That’s crazy
First it was the feds, now the paparazzi on me
That’s crazy G, yerr
They still takin' pictures though

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