Paper Soldiers (feat. Goo Glizzy & DF Gizzle)

Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah
B*tches they ain't sh*t, yeah, b*tches on my d*ck, yeah
N*ggas broke as sh*t, yeah, I can't hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, n*gga I ain't never snitched, nope
Ridin' with that stick, yeah, p*ssy don't get hit, yeah
Look at me I'm rich b*tch, you ain't think I'll make it far
My n*ggas really hit sh*t, n*gga GG is the mob
B*tch n*gga don't test me, I might throw your ass a lob
You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job
That n*gga was my homie then he turned into an opp
We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me, b*tch you know I'm sippin' wop
That trap phone for my junkies and the homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I won't never lie
30, that's my brodie, know he always got my back
N*ggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain't even got no straps
In competition with me, you ain't even got no racks

Been swingin' them choppers like a n*gga from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
She told me get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
B*tch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My n*ggas that's really with it
You better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier

I been chasing money, b*tch I got a hundred stacks
Everybody gotta go, I can't get my 30 back
Hundred grams takin' one, watch how quick I bounce back
If you ever cross the mob, ain't no f*ckin' coming back
I'm a gangster, I'm a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota
I'm really thugging, I can show you
F*ck feelings, my heart frozen
Every time we go and expose you
Don't act stupid, you know the motive
I just pray and keep it on me
When I pray it's even on me
You know I'm pistol packin'
Shawty get it clappin' like the 'Nolia
Ain't no lackin', b*tch I'm strapped up, every day I'm loaded
He took one of my kind so forever b*tch I owe it
The streets or in the jail n*gga, I remain a soldier

Been swingin' them choppers like a n*gga from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
She told me get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
B*tch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My n*ggas that's really with it
You better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier

B*tch I'm in LA, sippin' Wockhardt with Philly
Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high don't go away
Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away
Homicide on my line, I'ma learn the harder way
B*tch I'm sliding every day, this ain't slide, no way
Dropping thirty for 30, got 'bout twenty more to spray
Mama say she stressin' crazy 'bout me, all she do is pray
Ask the lord to forgive me, hope he wash these sins away
'Cause I been swinging that chopper like a n*gga from the 'Nolia
I been about that action, I know them n*ggas done told you
See I ain't here to hold you, this sh*t really never over
It's Glizzy Gang b*tch
We bring it to you like we owe you, p*ssy

Been swingin' them choppers like a n*gga from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
She told me get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
B*tch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My n*ggas that's really with it, you better quit it
I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that
Get that paper soldier