Текст песни Paper Shortage - Audemar Deezy

Get a bag or go home
Bitch I'm on that road
Stuffed yo bitch with some p's
She tryna make some pros
She kame back wit them blues
Send her out with mo
Ain't no paper shortage
Bitch you betta check the score
Get a bag or go home
Btch I'm on that road
Stuffed yo bitch with some p's
She tryna make some pros
She kame back wit them blues
Send her out with mo
Ain't no paper shortage
Bitch you betta check the score

Some of my niggas kick doors some of my niggas all state
Some of my niggas flip dogs if dat pape straight
I be on that fucking road I'm into real estate
Stacking up them fucking p's I need ah heavy plate
If ah nigga try me he bet not hesitate
I'm send him to the lord I'm talking heaven gate
Big sig 223 ripping through his fucking face
Take trip with my whoops it's time to celebrate
Brake a honey bun I feel like Von man
Hard to tell the time in the watch man
Some of niggas in the box some of them trapped in
But I'ma make out the hood I'm chasing rubber bands
Move my moms in the hills and give her a 100 bandz
Have my kids on stage doing that bop dance
While yo bitch up in the crowd becoming one of my biggest fans
She can see the print bulging wen I hit that dance

Get a bag or go home
Bitch I'm on that road
Stuffed yo bitch with some p's
She tryna make some pros
She kame back wit them blues
Send her out with mo
Ain't no paper shortage
Bitch you betta check the score
Get a bag or go home
Btch I'm on that road
Stuffed yo bitch with some p's
She tryna make some pros
She kame back wit them blues
Send her out with mo
Ain't no paper shortage
Bitch you betta check the score

I'm steady racing to that pape I can't take a break
I gotta make sure me and my kids got a full plate
Every time I make a play I ride with the drake
Cause this fuck niggas always turning into some fucking snakes
I gotta make sure I make it home for my kids sake
Remember starving living off section 8
I ain't ask for a handout I just made away
Now they act different the love just don't feel the same
Y'all ain't want me to ball when I ain't have a name
Is you friend or foe to me yea it all feel the same
They don't treat yu da same when you ain't got a name
I stripped my nuts no hit that road then drop ah plain jane
Free Brody out that kage can't hang wit no lames
Chop sticks hold a hunit it's easy my pain
If you fucking up my pape that's 3 to yo brain
I'ma send yu to the lord for switching yo lane

Get a bag or go home
Bitch I'm on that road
Stuffed yo bitch with some p's
She tryna make some pros
She kame back wit them blues
Send her out with mo
Ain't no paper shortage
Bitch you betta check the score
Get a bag or go home
Btch I'm on that road
Stuffed yo bitch with some p's
She tryna make some pros
She kame back wit them blues
Send her out with mo
Ain't no paper shortage
Bitch you betta check the score