Paparazzi

作词 : Mario Mims/George Stone III/Sammie Benson/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/David James Morse

作曲 : Mario Mims/George Stone III/Sammie Benson/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/David James Morse

He must thought this shit was sweet

But it's a Sour Patch

Sour Patch

Yankin' all through Tennessee

Lost police like a hour back

He gon' get found hit up if he diss us

That's how I'll react

AR out the window

Make this trigger clap like jumpin' jacks

It's gon' be a killin' if we found out that you **** wit' that

Get low

I shoot this pole

Chop' make him limbo

No hittin' back

Ain't no hittin' back

You heard somethin' 'bout it

I can take you where they do it at

Take you where they do it at

They don't want no ZaZa

This where snorters and them shooters at

Raw

I mean

I started wit' a ball and flipped to two

Three zaps

Silly fool

Kickin' it wit' dude like you ain't know he rat

You ain't know he told

You got picks and choose

I ain't got no picks

All of 'em get this clip

All of 'em get this gun

I up this blick

I shoot

I ain't gon' miss

Now when he talk

He spit

When he talk he spit

Playin' tough

nigga

You been a bitch

Like when he walk his switch

Like when he walk his switch

Yeah boy

I heard you been a bitch

You probably take 'em

Ayy

This that slide music

Yeah

Grab yo' blick

Go hit the switch

Somebody died to it

Some of these nigga s ain't killers

They actually murderers

They really in fifth

Fifth

I seen a nigga poppin' Ecstasy

What

Blame the body on a pill

D**n

***** tried to hurt me

Hurt me

I popped a perky

Perky

*****

I'm good

I'm good

Numb to the pain

I am

My feelings don't even exist

At all

Really if it's 'bout a *****

nigga

Yuh

Why it's all the rich nigga s

Executive d**g dealer

Yo Gotti, EST Gee, CMG The Label, Blac Youngsta - Paparazzi (Gangsta Art): Who the **** raise you niggas

Who that

You ain't never watch 48 Hours

You don't understand law and power

Do you

I cherish this thing of ours

Let me go and give my nigga s they flowers

Let's get it

Rollie

Rollie

Richard AP

Can't buy time in these streets

Don't put time in these freaks

Everybody shine

Just not me

Who you ever help

nigga

Who

You only 'bout yourself

nigga

Facts

You ain't a boss

You ain't got a trace

You ain't a boss

You ain't got the vision

Seen this shit when I was in the kitchen

Turned around

Then I went and did it

Walkin' out of each state

Wit' a choppa on me

Choppa on me

D**n

First it was the feds

Now the paparazzi on me

Paparazzi on me

Yeah

First it was the feds

Now the paparazzi on me

Headshot

Bury him

Dig him up

Turn around

Do it again

Gang

Gang

Gang

Gang

I'm too consistent wit' murder

My shooters gon' do him in

Bow

Bow

Bow

When I up this fire

niggas gon' sing just like a violin

Gang

Gang

Gang

Gang

*****

You cross yo' head

Yo' mammy

She gon' miss her child then

Psexy

I could go retarded wit' the Draco

I'll put you to shame

nigga play wit' me one time

I swear that lil' **** cost his brain

Psexy

Walk 'em down

Certified

Streets'll tell you 'fore I got the fame

Switches on my Glock

All my young nigga s

****

I ain't got no aim

Gang

Gang

Gang

Gang

Gang

Walkin' out of each state

Wit' a choppa on me

Choppa on me

D**n

First it was the feds

Now the paparazzi on me

Paparazzi on me

Yeah

First it was the feds

Now the paparazzi on me

That's crazy

First it was the feds

Now the paparazzi on me

That's crazy G

Yerr

They still takin' pictures though