Justin Rarri - PARIS Lyrics

Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone ('lone)
I ain't gon' say how I feel today (how I feel)
I been ridin' doley with my brothers
These niggas ain't cut enough, I had to get away
Fuck all these broke niggas
I ain't never really fucked with y'all niggas
Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas
She don't like it when I'm out with my niggas
Bitch, I'm a real life savage
Fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris (yeah)
And a bitch know that I'm 'bout it ('bout it)
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion (mansion)
On the gang I swear we wildin'
Toolie in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em
Fuckin' on a ho while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up, on mama's (yeah, uh)

Got it all by myself, you ain't believe (you ain't believe)
We was sellin' leafs, with these hoes on me
Nigga set up with the gang, know they rock with me
Big killers and them O's with me
Twenty-five just for the gold on three
Can't no nigga walk like he known with me
Knowin' all my glizzys finna go on three (uh, uh)
Got on my ass and bitch put Louis on my dawg
Broke niggas talk down on my name
Just like these hoes 'cause I'on trust 'em
I got a message for all you fake niggas
That have never seen me come from nothing
Whole lotta hoes they mad at me
'Cause after I fuck I swear that I'ma dub her
Fuck a bitch then go fly out to Asia
How you blowin' my phone when you hate me?
Only fuck with me 'cause I got paper
They talkin' on me, like a man I'ma take it
Got rubies, we ready tomorrow
We baking it fuck a long conversation, I hate it
I'm blazed, we got them blitz on the long route
Why they talkin' to me? I'on know y'all

Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone ('lone)
I ain't gon' say how I feel today (how I feel)
I been ridin' doley with my brothers
These niggas ain't cut enough, I had to get away
Fuck all these broke niggas
I ain't never really fucked with y'all niggas
Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas
She don't like it when I'm out with my niggas
Bitch, I'm a real life savage
Fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris (yeah)
And a bitch know that I'm 'bout it ('bout it)
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion (mansion)
On the gang I swear we wildin'
Toolie in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em
Fuckin' on a ho while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up, on mama's (yeah, uh)