Paper Fetish Lyrics

This a lit boy hit, this shit legendary

Blue faces on my mind, I got paper fetish

I got paper fetish

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Ooh, I got paper fetish

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Blue faces on my mind I got a paper fetish

Runnin up them racks so I can pull off like Andretti's

Real gas in my wood, got my palms sweaty

My young nigga like to shoot, I call him Belinelli

They mad I made it out

Aint shit you could tell me

I been runnin with the racks like Jerome Betis

You not a hustler blame your daddy boy that shit genetics

You makin money but your family strugglin' you selfish

Yeah

Issa marathon

I was outchea starvin bad as hell but this aint ramadan

Play with me I pop up at your door nigga like amazon

I'm the chosen one for real they follow me like Farrakhan

I know I'm straight drop

my mama always told me I was dope

I was brought up in the trap I seen bows on the floor

As a young nigga I seen a lot of shit I wasn't pose to

Cant show no love in these streets they gon fold you

You can tell I'm street for real when you look me in my eyes

Ain't got no complaints made it out my hood by 25

I came from roadrunnin traffickin dem pills on 95

Ion need for you to tell me Ima pop cause ima shine

You gotta watch the folks around

niggas pray on your demise

I'm that nigga that's gon tell you like it is ion lie

I can't leave it up to God cause Ion nun slide

I keep a oven on me nigga run up wrong he fried

Blue faces on my mind, I got a paper fetish

Runnin up the racks so I can pull off like Andrettis

Real gas in my wood, got my palms sweaty

My young nigga like to shoot I call him Belinelli

They mad I made it out aint shit you can tell me

I been running with them racks like Jerome Bettis

You not a hustler blame your daddy boy that shit genetics

You makin money but your family strugglin you selfish