​maajins - Paper lyrics

First year of high school?
Yeah, it's I'm scared
Are you excited about it?
I'm scared (Ahaha)
I'm genuinely scared (What are you scared?)
Yeah, ah ah, yeah, ah
Ah, yeah, ah (Blatt) ah, yeah

I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up like Osama
I might get a flight to Dubai
And just cop me a llama
Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)
Your bitch in my crib and
I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom)
Run to the coin like I'm Sonic
I took that boy racks, now he whining
Lil' boy, come and find it
You know I count paper (Yeah)
Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh)
Told this lil' bitch, "These
Ricks, not no Converse
Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yеah, uh uh)
You know I count paper
Beam on the Glock, lasеr
You know I got clientele
My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)

"You better watch where you step"
I said, "Sorry bitch, I'm off the boof"
She chew me up like some food
I'm off a Xan', act like a fool (Yeah)
His momma just got the news
Damn, now her son in the ground
These niggas mad I go up, they like, "How?"
I paid for her butt, now she singing Abow
Paper I'm stacking, I'm fly like a dragon
I'm fly like Aladdin, lil' bitch
I ain't cappin' tonight, I am rappin'
But know I ain't lackin'
Think I sold my soul by
The paper I'm havin'
But back to the rappin'
Got that lil' bitch gaggin'
My ex for a reason, that shit never happened
(Yeah)
Lil' bitch, you need to get back back back
Got a all black Scat', cartel movin' tac

Antisocial ​tana
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron

I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up like Osama
I might get a flight to Dubai
And just cop me a llama
Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)
Your bitch in my crib and
I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom)
Run to the coin like I'm Sonic
I took that boy racks, now he whining
Lil' boy, come and find it
You know I count paper (Yeah)
Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh)
Told this lil' bitch, "These
Ricks, not no Converse
Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yеah, uh uh)
You know I count paper
Beam on the Glock, lasеr
You know I got clientele
My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)

I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up like Osama
I might get a flight to Dubai
And just cop me a llama
Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)
Your bitch in my crib and
I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom)
Run to the coin like I'm Sonic
I took that boy racks, now he whining
Lil' boy, come and find it
You know I count paper (Yeah)
Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh)
Told this lil' bitch, "These
Ricks, not no Converse
Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yeah, uh uh)
You know I count paper
Beam on the Glock, laser
You know I got clientele
My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)