White Papers

[Intro]
Ayy
I'm the nigga
Huh, klockin' in they songs now
Bitch, I'm finna, this white paper, put the bong down
Ayy, I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me (Lonis on this)

[Verse 1]
Ain't it sick when them niggas turn they back on you?
Bitches just fag on you, tryin' to up racks on you
Rap game ran laps on you, niggas tried to clap at you
Now you walkin' 'round with fifty bands and a pack on you

[Chorus]
I'm that nigga got these niggas klockin' in they songs now
Bitch, I'm finna roll this white paper, put the bong down
When I'm on tour, bitches showin' me they thongs now
And they don't stand around, they shakin' ass to my songs now

[Verse 2]
It ain't happen overnight, it took a lot just to get me here
And I don't want them Ksubis, bitch, I need a better pair
And if you got a pack, send it here, Off-White Denim Tears
All my bitches bad, your bitches need some better hair
You slackin' on your promo, you need a better team
And that lil' chain you got bunk, you need some better bling
She eat dick like a Kid Cuisine, money long, limousine
Havin' problems tryna stuff these bands in these denim jeans
Pullin' up in all-black trucks, watch me clear the scene
I'm tryna wipe this bitch purse down like I'm Mr. Clean
And I could talk shit all day, need some Listerine
I'm finna have to teach your bitch a lesson like it's chemistry
This the get-a-bag class, bitch, not history
She asked where my last bitch go, I said history
That lil' ten bands really don't mean shit to me
I'm that nigga got these niggas rappin' like they DB
If you wanna see these chains, bitch, turn on the TV
Bitch, these are not CZs, these are VVs
Don't wanna meet and greet, lil' baby, I need cheese please
At the meet-and-greet, baby showin' me her chi-chis

[Chorus]
I'm that nigga got these niggas klockin' in they songs now
Bitch, I'm finna roll this white paper, put the bong down
When I'm on tour, bitches showin' me they thongs now
And they don't stand around, they shakin' ass to my songs now
I'm that nigga got these niggas klockin' in they songs now
Bitch, I'm finna roll this white paper, put the bong down
When I'm on tour, bitches showin' me they thongs now
And they don't stand around, they shakin' ass to my songs now

[Verse 3]
I can't stand around, I'm in your section if a bag involved
I had a missed call from you, but the bag just called
My nigga, stop braggin' 'bout the bitch, I already had them drawers
I already had that bitch, I already had them feelings
Baby, I'd rip my heart open if a bag was in it
And I could tell you don't run that bag up, you don't have no spinach
And if I get a dime from the bitch, then I might just spend it
You finna be old and broke, nigga, your time is tickin'

[Outro]
Your time is tickin'
You finna be old and broke, your time is tickin'
I just lost four sluts, tryna find them bitches
I been tryna find them bitches, I been tryna find them bitches
Your time is tickin'
You finna be old and broke, your time is tickin', nigga
Your time is tickin'
I just lost like eleven sluts, tryna find them bitches, ayy
Ayy, uh, uh, uh, I'll rip my—
I'll show this whole hundred grand on the 'Gram, nigga
Ayy, uh, uh, uh, what you—