Spark, Paper Platoon, we ride
[Verse 1]
I'm making paper planes out your court order of protection
I've been snorting on this coke, the more I dice it into sections
Syrup heavy got me f**ed in my intestines
And the smoking could be chronic but I'm too afraid to test it
Got the Pimp C, I rolled a double, fold a crease
Hold them gats, f** the police
You want some beef, we got Kobe
You got homies, I got homies
We got one street, homie, f** peace
Our team got keys to fund our heat
Our runs will end our enemies
But we swaggin', syrup splashin' on you mo'fukkas
Paper Platoon, we out to doom, f** them other s**ers
And y'all know what it is, Amber Rose get a kid
And that sh** ain't from the Wiz cause it's the spark