Lyrics Woodchukk - Spark Master Tape

Ayy, Man the fukk up right now
Paper platoon business (UHHHHHH)
We out here mang, yee (AYY, AYY)
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A MOTHERFUKKIN
GANG (It's Paper man, AY)
RUN UP TO THE GANG
GANG (Thats fine, uhhhh)

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if
A woodchuck could chuck wood (GANG GANG)
How much of a hood could a hood slut fuck if she fuckk all the hood
But they never bust nuts, how much money will be good?
See my bitch baby boutta bought some butter
But she says the butter bitter
When she put it in the batter and it'd make her batter bitter
But a bitter batter butter make a better batter so she
Put it all on twitter with a picture of her fuckin dinner

LOOK
If a dog chews shoes, whos shoes does he choose?
I'm finna shift for these youtube views
I'm finna dip off a cruise ship as it
Moves through the Maldives with the crew
She be selling seashells by the sea shore
Yellin bout my shit, was smellin like a shisha lemon
Duplicate a keycard for my felons so we
Smuggle keys with the bunch of seals and a milli
I'm a tutor that due to dab
Loot that, booted that brand new pentium 2 now
Do the kooda dance, hooligan, groupie fan

Pull up and bring the whole mofukkin kkrew out
I'm a kkiller that'll fill a flat full of
Bad bitches thats ready to fuck and dip out
See my pimp hand and pink sand is real dangerous
This aim game only been stats and no failures
6 cucks sat on 6 stumps,this dumb
Thump, this cuck stunk and they shit smell
So the 6 Johns they pump pumped and they missed
Still shot at 6 trunks and used drones to sell crystals
Sicker than an 6 figure slick stick figure sex
Symbols pimple dick swingin' on these slick singers
With the single greatest hits single fickle and the finkle man

FUKKEMALL
ON A MOTHERFUKKIN
GANG (It's Paper man, AY)
RUN UP TO THE GANG (Uhhhhh, ayy)
GANG (That's fine, uhhhh)

Whenever you envy these rappers just
Picture the contract that Kanye had signed
Lil xan in his lil van with his little man with pimp
Hands that'll slap the tattoos off his face
Its sicko mode with 30 fukken writers & its really
Dope you really talented bruh you prolly is a GOAT

LOOK
Numbers dont lie butchyou still wack HUH
Music ain't fly butchyou still rap HUH
Pussy in the flesh bitch you still trap
Never in the hood butchyou act gangster
Real original with your choker
Never seen one on a gorilla soldier
Catch me in the kitchen with the Charlie cokked up
Were un-u-up-in with a brand new fukkit

GANG (It's Paper man, AY)
RUN UP TO THE GANG
GANG (That's fine, uhhhh)
RUN UP TO THE
UHH, AYY, THATS FINE
GANG GANG