Daveed Diggs - About My Paper lyrics

[Voiceover man] Attention everyone: This is an emergency broadcast The unpleasant noise you are about to hear coming from your radio is not a mistake Please do not turn off your radio, but turn up the volume on your receiver as high as it can go, so that you can make the sound we broadcast as loud as possible [Daveed Diggs] Yo Hey now, don't put nothin' else . . . yeah, just leave the drums, just like that . . . I don't know, I like it I f**s wit' it watch . . . hold up hold up watch . . . look . . . right here I'm locked Loaded up Yoda to the turf YOLO to [the fina?] Answer to your Google search I'm perked, amplified Wired off this kombucha From a city would guaranteed There's fifty n***as that'll shoot you for no reason Season bets sneezin' out yo Nasonex Reason to your logic out of pocket with that kata breath Meanin' I breathe bullets And meanin' and lead pullin' this heap For a meter or so up out of my sleeve Come up out of your sleep Dreamin' like Freddy gon' getcha To wake up to a dawn wit' Diggs eatin' n***as with every lecture Hannibal Lecter Cannibal, yes sir Cliche handler and scandal servin' expert Candle her distressed words Leaving from they breath nurse Heavin' in they chest Knowin' D go' need to flex Time bomb ticking Kicking round Song spittin' n***a Ridiculous tripping though he grinding when he grittin' Timing when he sittin' Choosing when he pick him Chosen when they lickin' Lips frozen when they kiss him You know we on a mission bring that ba** sh** back Baby get up out the way and let that ba** sh** crack Like it back when Diggs Dig it can ya holla like Leroy? Check my name Check me swag The original D boy [Chorus] I'm about my paper You can catch me on my block Sprayin' 16 bars a pop I'm about my paper n***a go hard at the streets Gettin' money every day of the week I'm about my paper Scraper turned up sideways City to city on highways I'm about my paper n***a say "I don't go" Every day your chick jock my flow I'm about my paper n***a, I'm a hustler You sink me to the bone Think of being a customer I'll charge you for a poem Swing you when you break some bars And bring it to your home Swing you all these bullets Push them straight up to your dome Paper rock scissors Cut a rapper so vicious Eat 'em up delicious Gonna' dirty these dishes Diggs, ya figure huh Wishin' for a trigger huh Happy as a snicker What a tragedy to split ya Wig Wear it out with what? Words Grits guts Verbs Rip ya Sores Vocal chords Oh so sore It's a drought in the Bay You can catch me on tour I skipped Yay slang and went straight to slang bangin' Gangs on the turf, I don't care what they sayin' Chains danglin' I'm a wrangler man stranglin' game With a new single that he done sang in the pen; dang And the pen game, exquisite, isn't it? And what I been sayin' Is bigger than a ziploc can hold My lips locked and loaded When his Glock explode Know Diggs talk I'm quoted for the world Me and Un Hus bus truth Take it from the block to the booth Take it from the booth to the stage Take it from the stage To all the fans watching on the youTube page See them haters get mad when they Getback squad up It's like it's bad for the kids what pick that child up Don't see no reason for you gettin' hot as you got What, I just showed 'em how to flip that product; sh** [Chorus] Diggs Sizz, my n***a [?say me?] Yeah Sizz Alright, get on that sh** friend Get me some of that waterfront . . . I need some water running, yeah Get me some gasoline to spit . . . I spit gasoline! Always on my job like I'm on top of the building Money is my girlfriend I think she catchin' feelings b**h, I'm from the water But I don't be swimmin' Could be from the freezer 'Cuz I'm always chillin' All about my paper like a paper shredder That p**y's so good I just can't forget her Yeah she hot, but I don't sweat her Always pull out, so I don't regret her Swag real heavy Drink real strong Yes I'm here But really I'm gone Back back to the money Where else would I be? Broke broke motherf**ers Never ever see me I'm a get money boy I'ma die tryin' to get it You wannabe players goin' die tryin' t' hit it n***a you could have her 'cuz I hit it and I quit it It's the gasoline spitter how else would I spit it? See ya! [Repeat Chorus] Dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum Hey!