Rich Amiri - PAPER BACK TAGS lyrics

Hit her up late past eight
Beat it down if the pussy good, she get ate
Ain't talking ’bout plate
You ain't never seen a nigga put a
Hundred-fifty racks all in your face
Double R, close them curtains
(Skrr) switch up, hop in a Wraith (Skrr)

Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas
Yeah made a bitch fall in love, yeah
Threw her in the trash, yeah
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops
Riding ’round Atlanta with a
Cutter, pourin' up Grey, grey Goose

Paper back tags, paper back bags
Never ever runnin' out of racks
Prada black mask, twenty on the
Dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash
You done fucked up a couple racks
On a bitch I already had
I could never go out like that, huh
Never, ever go out like that, no

I been pourin', five blues, rollin'
I can’t love no bitch, in love with Codeine
Can’t live life on the edge
They tryna roll me
If I could do it, you could do it

We could do it, stick got a ruler
I don't rock Stussy, she don’t rock Gucci
Emilio Pucci gon' cover her coochie
Stick got a fully, I'm actin' a foolie

The bitch wanna fuck ’cause I'm him, yeah
Bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him
Bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah
I'm on I8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash
I'm goin' too fast

Pour my cup up some more
Red got me movin' so slow
I fell down on my knees for a bitch
But, I won't do that no more
I'ma just fuck then pass to the bro
Make her eat me up then go, go ghost (Skrr)
Ridin' in a Ghost, oh
You got new drank in? 10-4

Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas
Yeah made a bitch fall in love, yeah
Threw her in the trash, yeah
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops
Riding 'round Atlanta with a
Cutter, pourin' up Grey, grey Goose

Paper back tags, paper back bags
Never ever runnin' out of racks
Prada black mask, twenty on the
Dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash
You done fucked up a couple racks
On a bitch I already had
I could never go out like that, huh
Never, ever go out like that, no