Paparazzi

K-Fo produced it

Let's hear this shit, bro

White tee and some dope boy Reeves, bitch, I'm a gangsta

I'm from sticking shit late night on the scene, but now I'm famous

Wake up for school, on the bus stop smoking weed, I'm smelling stanky

Hit the block, take off the plate, and then spin back like you ain't a spanker

This my lifestyle, ride through the night worried, they think this life glory

Hit a spanking out the window, swipe his life, that be the right swear

Spent six months in a group home, now my crib look like a hotel

I figure I can't do wrong, but they figure that I'm gon' fail

Too much money to be up under a hotel, I'm like oh well

They gon' leave me that first moment I go to jail

They bleaching, they can't get it, they might tell

It's Cosa Nostra how I live

But I fucked up, let it in my home, and this shit real

They ain't never seen me, they would've went told paparazzi

They ain't never ran across YoungBoy, they would've tried they luck and popped him

We ain't never ran across that boy, would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets

Make 'em stalk his mama house just for the stopping, bitch, that's how I'm rocking

But you know that though, all late night they spinnin' for the sun

But you know that though, I'm popping, so these bitches is in my business

But you know that though, I'm a fucking villain with the millions

But they know that though, ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it

But you know that though

And they know I'm coming with it and dumping with it, trying slumping with it

A boy don't miss you, we gon' get him, bitch, believe that

Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back

She see this cash, she acting bad

I'm loaded dirty with my clean ass

No mercy and I mean that

Grind hard to get a bigger bag, grind hard, I said I'm dealing

Sorry, Boo left the house ain't make it back

Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track

One fact, you slip, your head gon' get put on a flat

Got a big sack, they know that though

Hella swag, killer flow

Miss my cousin, Boo, I'm off the roof, bitch, I'm in 'Zilla mode

From windburn to cha-cha, playing, it's gon' go down

My lil' **** bang that Trey Norf 38 and hold they 4 down

They ain't never seen me, they would've went told paparazzi

They ain't never ran across YoungBoy, they would've tried they luck and popped him

We ain't never ran across that boy, would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets

Make 'em stalk his mama house just for the stopping, bitch, that's how I'm rocking

But you know that though, all late night they spinnin' for the sun

But you know that though, I'm popping, so these bitches is in my business

But you know that though, I'm a fucking villain with the millions

But they know that though, ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it

But you know that though