Текст песни Paparazzi - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(K4 produced it)
(Let's hear this shit, Rell)
Went and got his gun
Huh
Woah
Huh
Woah
Look
Huh

White tee and some dope boy reeds, bitch
I'm a gangster (Let's go, gangster)
Come from stickin' shit, late night on a scene
But now I'm famous (Famous)
Wake up for school, on the bus stop smokin' weed
I'm smellin' stanky (Stanky)
Hit the block, take off the plate
And then spin back let youngin spank him
That's my life story, ridin' through the night worried
They think this life glory (Glory, ooh)
Hittas banging out the window, swipe his life
That be the right swerve (Ohh-oh)
Spent six months in a group home
Now my crib look like a hotel (Hotel)
I figure I can't do wrong
But thеy figure that I'm gon' fail (Gon' fail)
Too much money to be up undеr a hotel, I'm like, oh well
They gon' leave me that first moment I go to jail
They be leachin', they can't get it, they might tell
It's Cosa Nostra how I live
But I fucked up, lettin' her in my home and this shit real
(And this shit real, my nigga died)

They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (Paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him
(Popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets
(Pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
Bitch, that's how I'm rockin'
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em, but you know that though
I'm poppin' so these bitches in my business, but you know that though
I'm a fucking villain with them millions, but they know that though
Ain't stoppin' and they know I'm thuggin' with it
But you know that though

And they know I'm comin' with it and dumpin' with it
Tryna slump 'em with it
Aborting on mission, we gon' get 'em, bitch, believe that
(Believe that)
Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back
She see this cash, she acting bad
I'm loaded dirty with my clean ass (My clean ass)
No mercy and I mean that (I mean that)
Grind hard to get a bigger bag
Grind hard, I said I'm dealin', sorry Boo' left the house
Ain't make it back (Ain't make it back)
Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track
(Across the track) (One try)
One fact, you slip, your head gon' get put on a flat (You niggas gone)
Got a big sack, they know that though (Though)
Hitta swag, killer flow (Oh, oh)
Miss my cousin Boo', I'm off the roof, bitch
I'm in 'Zilla mode ('Zilla mode)
From wind burn to cha-cha, play and it's gon' go down (Gon' go down)
My lil' niggas bang that Trey Nawf 38 and hold they 4 down
(And hold they 4 down)

They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (Paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (And popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets
(Pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
Bitch, that's how I'm rockin'
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em, but you know that though
I'm poppin' so these bitches in my business, but you know that though
I'm a fuckin' villain with them millions, but they know that though
Ain't stoppin' and they know I'm thuggin' with it
But you know that though