PAPER BACK TAGS

[Intro] Hit her up late past eight Beat it down if the pussy good, she get ate, ain't talking ’bout plate You ain't never seen a nigga put a hundred-fifty racks all in your face Double R, close them curtains (Skrr), switch up, hop in a Wraith (Skrr) [Chorus] Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas, yeah Made a bitch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops Riding ’round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin' out of racks Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash You done fucked up a couple racks on a bitch I already had I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no [Verse] I been pourin', five blues, rollin' I can’t love no bitch, in love with Codeine Can’t live life on the edge, they tryna roll me If I could do it, you could do it We could do it, stick got a ruler I don't rock Stussy, she don’t rock Gucci Emilio Pucci gon' cover her coochie Stick got a fully, I'm actin' a foolie The bitch wanna fuck ’cause I'm him, yeah Bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him Bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah I'm on I-8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash, I'm goin' too fast [Bridge] Pour my cup up some more Red got me movin' so slow I fell down on my knees for a bitch, but I won't do that no more I'ma just fuck then pass to the bro Make her eat me up then go, go ghost (Skrr) Ridin' in a Ghost, oh, you got new drank in? 10-4 [Chorus] Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas, yeah Made a bitch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin' up Grey, Grey Goose Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin' out of racks Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash You done fucked up a couple racks on a bitch I already had I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no