Youngzeek - Paparazzi Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Rose red carpet when we walk in
Nothing changed, Youngzeek been on that boss shit
Red Louie belt with them red timbs
My bitch bad and her frame don’t even make sense
Paparazzi
Tell her pop it lock it
Flash ready when she throwin’ me that sloppy toppy
Lil’ mami gotta love it
She all about her money
And she don’t fuck with hoes cause she too busy stuntin'
Levels to this shit
Lettem' know that there's levels to this shit
Yeah Yeah
Lettem' know that there's to this shit
Levels
Lettem' know that there's levels to this shit
Ayy Ayy
She got that maui wawi
And I got money, so you know we on that private island
Jet streaming, touch the surface if I like I buy it
Driving fast just like I’m Gatsby this a new arrival
Tell them ops to come n’ catch me they can never find me
Trace me by my tracks I keep dropping diamonds
It’s my timing, I can tell, cause every star aligning
Every bar I’ve ever spit is Detroit city’s finest
And even though I got a gift I gotta keep on grinding
Yall fuckin’ with this shit
Vibe with me
Ride with me
Turn me the fuck up
Turn me the fuck up
I'm rockin’ Fendi Prada
Steak n’ Lobster, Eatin’ good, up at Benihana
In the tropics, they can’t stop it, cause I got the guala
With a Cuban, smoking Cubans, got a foreign problem
No excuses, bitch I do it they don’t really want it
We in a tahoe smokin’ tahoe with some og’s
Makin’ bangers
Hear that shit bangin’ from them nosebleeds
Young Zeek
That’s a young GOAT that’s among sheep
Cutthroat
Quick to gash a bitch if she come at me
That kid is loco
And he off an 8th like he ocho
Pink Runtz sprinkled in the blunt look like slowpoke
Fresh air, everytime I flow, tellem hold hope
Yz the mothafuckin’ illest till I go ghost
Yeah
That’s just how I feel man

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Rose red carpet when we walk in
Nothing changed, Youngzeek been on that boss shit
Red Louie belt with them red timbs
My bitch bad and her frame don’t even make sense
Paparazzi
Tell her pop it lock it
Flash ready when she throwin’ me that sloppy toppy
Lil’ mami gotta love it
She all about her money
And she don’t fuck with hoes cause she too busy stuntin'
Levels to this shit
Lettem' know that there's levels to this shit
Yeah Yeah
Lettem' know that there's to this shit
Levels
Lettem' know that there's levels to this shit
Ayy Ayy
She got that maui wawi
And I got money, so you know we on that private island
Jet streaming, touch the surface if I like I buy it
Driving fast just like I’m Gatsby this a new arrival
Tell them ops to come n’ catch me they can never find me
Trace me by my tracks I keep dropping diamonds
It’s my timing, I can tell, cause every star aligning
Every bar I’ve ever spit is Detroit city’s finest
And even though I got a gift I gotta keep on grinding
Yall fuckin’ with this shit
Vibe with me
Ride with me
Turn me the fuck up
Turn me the fuck up
I'm rockin’ Fendi Prada
Steak n’ Lobster, Eatin’ good, up at Benihana
In the tropics, they can’t stop it, cause I got the guala
With a Cuban, smoking Cubans, got a foreign problem
No excuses, bitch I do it they don’t really want it
We in a tahoe smokin’ tahoe with some og’s
Makin’ bangers
Hear that shit bangin’ from them nosebleeds
Young Zeek
That’s a young GOAT that’s among sheep
Cutthroat
Quick to gash a bitch if she come at me
That kid is loco
And he off an 8th like he ocho
Pink Runtz sprinkled in the blunt look like slowpoke
Fresh air, everytime I flow, tellem hold hope
Yz the mothafuckin’ illest till I go ghost
Yeah
That’s just how I feel man