Young Roddy - Paper Bagz lyrics

[Verse 1: ?] Jackboys badly wanna jack me You know I keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be Going hard, running that raw like a track meet You know I ain't got a f**ing mile on a rap sheet But I'm still that rapper, who's a well known trapper And blows money because he's one hell of a bachelor Hauling and ball-hogging, why try to match him? I mustard the flow, y'all still trying to catch up Whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo Packaging fishscale, with my digital that make you spit a earl You get the [?], little girl in your world The white I get out the pipeline, light as a pearl American Gangster, k**er city, Tookie Williams Y'all beef and jawjack, we just shoot to k** ‘em On a mission and a n***a ain't stopping me Trying to invest and gets some n***as front property [Verse 2: Curren$y] Too many flavors to ever be duplicated That's why the ladies get so elated every time they see me Louie V. beanie, Countach Lamborghini With a couple of Swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis Try to pull me over for speeding, I will be leaving Shawty give me head, in her mouth I will be skeeting I'm in Italy meeting with models I will be sleeping Will probably do three of four of those in the evening After that I'm leaving, back to the United States Ol' a** Chevy, brand new paper plates I'm trying to be a star like the side of my Bathing Apes I'm headed to the bar, everybody get a taste Sipping that red wine, smoking them grape vines Taking pictures for my n***as who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time Just to show ‘em what I'm living what I'm saying in my rhymes [Street Wiz] It's high tech, why yes, rhyme veterans Statutory raping hot tracks, flame [?] I'mma keep it coming like some weather never letting up You shutting up because your girlfriend, I wet it up I'm clever but the magician running with me crazy Them fast [?] got me switching out the windows lately My game tighter than your vision At first you thought you saw him for a second, now you missing And I'm a real pimp, in your dreams, it's realer than it seems I'm twilight zone and you missing in between Check, it's non-stop, tick-tock in attendance If money is the object than I'm starring in the scrimmage Running back the intercept, scoring every minute I'm rolling coast-to-coast, chiefing on spinach 5950 fine brimmer Snapshots of the ladies of [?] I be [?] in the winter The hottest click of the summer Fly boy pimping sky high when you look up b**h catching whiplash, the magic got her shook up Admire how I'm playing my cards, the green trap star Plush with the lyrics how I'm lacing these bars [Verse 4: Young Roddy] I used to have a hood rat, now I've got a boss b**h Started with small cash, now I stack large chips I had a small gun, but I kept a large clip A team of gorillas to make them n***as forfeit And I ain't never had sh**, was hungry like an orphan God damn right, I risk my life to make a fortune I switched my hustle and now a n***a banking sh**, and all the weed smoke had a n***a stanking The [?] held me down like an anchor I'm from a spot where they hide crack by they an*s It's getting hard to live, you know how the block go I love my mom to d**h for playing my pop's role And every other day, a n***a [?] from the cops, yo We bust back when them cats let them shots go And now I'm making major cash It feel good to get my money back in paper bags