Guap Sosa, Skully - Paper Lyrics

When it come to that paper
Never feel like
You done had enough
Redo them mathematics
What the fuck?
Something ain't adding up
It's always the little boy
Who cried wolf
That get his baggage took
I don't care if it's shake
I check the weight
And then I bag it up
Niggas really been mad at us
For making all this paper
All I know when it's time I'm gone
Don't hope to see you later
Keep turning down that temp
That's on my neck refrigerator
All my life I wanna go pro like
Tony Hawk but I'm no skater
In Vegas just me and ganger
Like what's the wager
Bet 5K on the fight
Just something light
Don't need the paper
Hate talking on the phone
I wish they still had pagers
I'm jumping to the sound
Of that ring just like a waiter
Going up like elevators escalators
We still moving at the top
Man I hate the taste of Tris
I'll have a deuce of Wok on rocks
Plain Jane Cartier
I ain't tryna bust my clock
Man they knew it was my time
I made them all stop and watch
If the feds get behind me
Tuck my Za down in my crotch
Yeah I always play it safe
Never riding with a lot
The smaller you keep your circle
The less likely they gone plot
It's the ones you think your people
Really tryna take your spot
When it come to that paper
Never feel like
You done had enough
Redo them mathematics
What the fuck?
Something ain't adding up
It's always the little boy
Who cried wolf
That get his baggage took
I don't care if it's shake
I check the weight
And then I bag it up
Niggas really been mad at us
For making all this paper
All I know when it's time I'm gone
Don't hope to see you later
Keep turning down that temp
That's on my neck refrigerator
All my life I wanna go pro like
Tony Hawk but I'm no skater
Load up them racks
Come to the back
Guap on the Wok
Cause the canceled the Act
Really the truth what I'm saying
Is facts you was fucking on bros
But you want me attached
Stop all that dissing
I'm feeling attacked
Next nigga play on my top
With my hat
And these bitch niggas mad
They done fumbled the sack
I'm not writing no songs
I'm not hitting you back
I'm a drop me a bag
Get the loc where they be
Let them sit on they street
And I'm getting em whacked
And it be the closest niggas to you
Thinking they won't but be
Stealing right out of your pack
Won't get it on
But claiming he grown
I admit I got help
But got it on my own
Watch how you talk to me
Lower your tone
I don't like sending messages
Talking on phones
My connect send a box of exotic
It's Strong even light depths
Don't be taking me long
Selling breakdowns
Even under a zone
I ain't tripping as long as
I'm getting em gone
Don't wanna get close to a bitch
And be wrong
You can't come to my spot
Bitch I'm taking you home
Roll me a wood
And take one to the dome
Turn my back on the world
In my brand new VLONE
When it come to that paper
Never feel like
You done had enough
Redo them mathematics
What the fuck?
Something ain't adding up
It's always the little boy
Who cried wolf
That get his baggage took
I don't care if it's shake
I check the weight
And then I bag it up
Niggas really been mad at us
For making all this paper
All I know when it's time I'm gone
Don't hope to see you later
Keep turning down that temp
That's on my neck refrigerator
All my life I wanna go pro like
Tony Hawk but I'm no skater

When it come to that paper
Never feel like
You done had enough
Redo them mathematics
What the fuck?
Something ain't adding up
It's always the little boy
Who cried wolf
That get his baggage took
I don't care if it's shake
I check the weight
And then I bag it up
Niggas really been mad at us
For making all this paper
All I know when it's time I'm gone
Don't hope to see you later
Keep turning down that temp
That's on my neck refrigerator
All my life I wanna go pro like
Tony Hawk but I'm no skater
In Vegas just me and ganger
Like what's the wager
Bet 5K on the fight
Just something light
Don't need the paper
Hate talking on the phone
I wish they still had pagers
I'm jumping to the sound
Of that ring just like a waiter
Going up like elevators escalators
We still moving at the top
Man I hate the taste of Tris
I'll have a deuce of Wok on rocks
Plain Jane Cartier
I ain't tryna bust my clock
Man they knew it was my time
I made them all stop and watch
If the feds get behind me
Tuck my Za down in my crotch
Yeah I always play it safe
Never riding with a lot
The smaller you keep your circle
The less likely they gone plot
It's the ones you think your people
Really tryna take your spot
When it come to that paper
Never feel like
You done had enough
Redo them mathematics
What the fuck?
Something ain't adding up
It's always the little boy
Who cried wolf
That get his baggage took
I don't care if it's shake
I check the weight
And then I bag it up
Niggas really been mad at us
For making all this paper
All I know when it's time I'm gone
Don't hope to see you later
Keep turning down that temp
That's on my neck refrigerator
All my life I wanna go pro like
Tony Hawk but I'm no skater
Load up them racks
Come to the back
Guap on the Wok
Cause the canceled the Act
Really the truth what I'm saying
Is facts you was fucking on bros
But you want me attached
Stop all that dissing
I'm feeling attacked
Next nigga play on my top
With my hat
And these bitch niggas mad
They done fumbled the sack
I'm not writing no songs
I'm not hitting you back
I'm a drop me a bag
Get the loc where they be
Let them sit on they street
And I'm getting em whacked
And it be the closest niggas to you
Thinking they won't but be
Stealing right out of your pack
Won't get it on
But claiming he grown
I admit I got help
But got it on my own
Watch how you talk to me
Lower your tone
I don't like sending messages
Talking on phones
My connect send a box of exotic
It's Strong even light depths
Don't be taking me long
Selling breakdowns
Even under a zone
I ain't tripping as long as
I'm getting em gone
Don't wanna get close to a bitch
And be wrong
You can't come to my spot
Bitch I'm taking you home
Roll me a wood
And take one to the dome
Turn my back on the world
In my brand new VLONE
When it come to that paper
Never feel like
You done had enough
Redo them mathematics
What the fuck?
Something ain't adding up
It's always the little boy
Who cried wolf
That get his baggage took
I don't care if it's shake
I check the weight
And then I bag it up
Niggas really been mad at us
For making all this paper
All I know when it's time I'm gone
Don't hope to see you later
Keep turning down that temp
That's on my neck refrigerator
All my life I wanna go pro like
Tony Hawk but I'm no skater