Songtext Paparazzi Youngboy Never Broke Again

Paparazzi

K4 Produced It
I'm scared of this shit Ralph
Huh, huh
Went and got his gun
Huh
Woah
Huh
Woah
Look
Huh

White tee, in some dope boys reeds, bitch I'm a gangster
Let's go
Come from sticking shit, late night on a scene, but now I'm famous
Wake up for school, at the bus stop smoking weed, I'm smelling stanky
(Stanky)
Hit the block, take off the plate, and then spin back, let youngin spank 'em
That's my life story
Ridin' through the night, worried
They think this life glory (Glory, ooh)
Hittas banging out the window, swipe his life, that be the right swerve (Ahhh oh)
Spent 6 months in a group home (Oh)
Now my crib look like a hotel (Hotel)
I figure I can't do wrong
But they figure that I'm go'n fail (Go'n fail)
"Too much money to be up under a hotel"
I'm like oh well
They go'n leave me that first moment I go to jail
They be leaching, they can't get it, they might tell
This Cosa Nostra know straight how I live
But I fucked up, letting her in my home and this shit real (And this shit real my nigga died)

They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (Paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him
(Popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets
(Pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
Bitch that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though (Oooohhhh)
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
(Oooohhhh)
But you know that though
I'm popping (Oh) so these bitches in my business
(Oooohhhh)
But you know that though
I'm a fucking villain with them millions (Oooohhhhh)
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know (Ooh) I'm thugging (Oooh) with it
(Oooohhhh)
But you know that though

And they know I'm coming with it, and dumping with it, tryna slump 'em with it, abort on mission, we go'n get 'em bitch (Believe that) believe that
Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back
She see this cash, she acting bad
I'm loaded dirty with my clean (My clean ass) ass
No mercy and I mean that (I mean that)
Grind hard to get a bigger bag
Grind hard, I say I'm dealing sorry
Boo left the house, ain't make it (Ain't make it back) back
Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track
(Across the track)
1 fact, you slip, yo hat go'n get put on a flat
(A nigga got a)
Got a big sack, (They know that though) they know that though
Killer swag, killer flow (Oh, oh)
Miss my cousin Boo, I'm off the roof
Bitch I'm in Zilla mode (Zilla mode)
From wind burn, to cha-cha
Playing it's go'n go down (Go'n go down)
My lil niggas bang that Trey Nawf 38 & hold they 4 down (And hold they 4 down)

They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (Paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him
(Popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets
(Pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
Bitch that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a fucking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though