PaperPlatoon - A$$A$$IND lyrics

[Intro: Spark Master Tape] Marks, marks on his face, on his face, with a mask Money, money in the crib for the cats Cash in the attic get black Pull up to the curb, get the sack [Bridge: Spark Master Tape] Pull up to the curb, get the sack Pull up to the curb, get the sack Pull up to the curb, pull up to the curb, pull up to the curb, sack, swerve Pull up to the curb, pull up to the curb, pull up to the curb, sack [Hook: Spark Master Tape] Pull up to the curb, pull up in the swerve Pulled up, pushed 2 bullets, now you pull up in a hearse Puttin' in the work, boy I put in work Pulled up, pushed 2 bullets, now you pull up in hearse Bullet, bullet to the curb, pull up in the swerve Pulled up, pushed 2 bullets, now you pull up in hearse Puttin' in the work, boy I put in work Pulled up, pushed 2 bullets, now you pull up in hearse [Verse 1: Dat n***a Nug] Uhh, I been up since 6am, in the kitchen I been whippin' all day Uhh, and when that new sh** drop, whole city get high, but the hood gone shake Uhh, like a tail feather, I been runnin' to the paper like a mail n***a When I was rockin' 9's high with the Hilfiger I was 10 toes down, been a real n***a Spark's motherf**in' n***as don't know nothing 'bout the soup You be CP3, I'm Blake Griffin off the hoop Tryna light the game down, tryna see what it'll do I be all about the chicken when I'm cruisin' in the coupe Uhh, yeah, I'm tryna show that doe Punch lines picture perfect with a kodak flow Catch more than the tunnel vision, tryna go at war, with the elephant in the room It's young Paper Platoon [Outro: Spark Master Tape] Hey sugar, make your whole body twerk Hey sugar, make your whole body twerk Hey sugar, make your whole body twerk Hey sugar, make your whole body twerk