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Michael Scott
Michael Scott
Songwriter
Joseph Summerlin
Joseph Summerlin
Songwriter

Lyrics

So much paper round me I just caught a paper cut Gas so loud I swear to God it woke the neighbors up Droppin' numbers in the city had to call these boys bluff Spend a 50 then a hundred choppa spray like airbrush If you scared den go to church told dat bitch I stay alert Make dat lil hoe eat a perc dat boy broke he need a nurse Niggas ain't seein' me knock it off I'm da one dat fuckin' popped it off Picked her up dropped her off this is a pent house it's not a loft Pull-up in cars we be back to back trap out the building no contract Plastic Glock on me it's matte black when you hear dat money counter step back Niggas too broke I know what it be swear dat boy know he ain't fuckin' wit me She ain't my type I'm pressin' delete he seen me wit her now he suckin' his teeth Life is a gamble we takin' a risk fuckin' yo bitch off of Instagram pics My young niggas hot they uploadin' the switch we went to Miami to play wit the fish But you already know that I'm wit my Migo yeah I'm wit my Mexican his last name Lopez We got them bags from Colorado yeah right there where da snow at All dat talkin' all dat barkin' yeah das what got him toe tagged Doin all that talkin doin all that barkin' that's what got him toe tagged Calling my phone nigga like dat be where yo hoe at The audacity of niggas like you feel what I'm sayin' Better find you some safe to do pussy yeah see what I'm sayin'
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