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Sip this motherf- Royce the Productions This drink, that shit help me think Hm Neighborhood Glock, Glock, shit, bitch I'ma go get me a bag Pull up then I paper tag These bitches be makin’ me mad Wrap his ass up like a bag These niggas be goin' out sad We never goin' out sad Pull up then I paper tag I went and got me a bag I’ma go get me a bag Pull up then I paper tag These bitches be makin' me mad Wrap his ass up like a bag These niggas be goin' out sad We never goin' out sad Pull up then I paper tag I went and got me a bag I'm gon' go get me some cash Know why this lil' nigga be mad Bitch, you ain't nothin’, you get passed I’m itchin', them perks on my ass Lil’ Murdo, he pull up with masks Lil' nigga, you know that's your ass So many sticks, Taliban Slide up, we pull up in van I'm thinkin’ 'bout that new Jag' I'ma go blow that lil' cash Get it right back on they ass Your lil' bitch callin' me dad Big ol' crib, I don't need no flag Bangin' it right on they ass Roll up a blunt of that gas If I ain't got no drink, I'ma spaz, damn I'ma go get me a truck Then I'ma go fill that bitch up Then I'ma go load that bitch down Hundred round for a hundred clowns Your bitch keep lookin' me down I'm thinkin' she likin' my style So many sticks like Lee Chow I do this shit for my child, damn I do this shit for my kids I don't do shit for no bitch Beamer coupe, I'ma go tint So dark, you can't even see in, damn Hop out and shoot at your whip Free my nigga Dora the bitch Don't worry, bro, I got your kid I'm havin' so much of this shit, damn I'ma go get me a bag Pull up then I paper tag These bitches be makin' me mad Wrap his ass up like a bag These niggas be goin' out sad We never goin' out sad Pull up then I paper tag I went and got me a bag I'ma go get me a bag Pull up then I paper tag These bitches be makin' me mad Wrap his ass up like a bag These niggas be goin' out sad We never goin' out sad Pull up then I paper tag I went and got me a bag Gunna Gunna got a bag Pull up then I brand new paper tag 2016, the new Jag' Four hundred pints and I'm sippin' that Act' Walked in the condo, she like where we at Two brothers talk down, we gon' count up the racks Put that in the safe, bitch, I got me a bag We smokin' gas out the bag You know it help when I hit from the back I fuck her so good, she keep callin' me back Bitch, I'm a boss and I came from old Nat Shit on you bitches and kill all you rats Niggas be talkin', they talkin' 'bout nothin' Pourin' the drank up, we sippin' that muddy You know I'ma cup it, you know this shit dirty Gunna, he know that, bitch, I come for the money I'm never goin' out sad Wrap his ass up like a bag That thirty be makin' me sad Got two Glocks, they came with two mags No Tim, but I pull up with mats Shoot your shit, left it shed That pump, it gon' blow out your back Kidnap him, wait for a tab Pull up and hop out with choppers and Glocks The neighbor can hear when we bustin' You talkin', we pull right on your block We don't have time for discussion My young nigga hang out the side of that drop with sticks, you know that they bustin' These bitches ain't nothin', you know I don't love 'em I was taught, "Go get the money" I'ma go get me a bag Pull up then I paper tag These bitches be makin' me mad Wrap his ass up like a bag These niggas be goin' out sad We never goin' out sad Pull up then I paper tag I went and got me a bag I'ma go get me a bag Pull up then I paper tag These bitches be makin' me mad Wrap his ass up like a bag These niggas be goin' out sad We never goin' out sad Pull up then I paper tag I went and got me a bag