Paper Soldiers (feat. Goo Glizzy & DF Gizzle)

Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah
B*tches they aint sh*t, yeah, b*tches on my d*ck, yeah
N*ggas broke as sh*t, yeah, I cant hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, n*gga I aint never snitched, nope
Ridin with that stick, yeah, p*ssy dont get hit, yeah
Look at me Im rich b*tch, you aint think Ill make it far
My n*ggas really hit sh*t, n*gga GG is the mob
B*tch n*gga dont 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 Im sippin wop
That trap phone for my junkies and the homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I wont never lie
30, thats my brodie, know he always got my back
N*ggas tryna be Glizzy, they aint even got no straps
In competition with me, you aint even got no racks

Been swingin them choppers like a n*gga from the Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me Im 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 thats 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 cant get my 30 back
Hundred grams takin one, watch how quick I bounce back
If you ever cross the mob, aint no f*ckin coming back
Im a gangster, Im a soldier, I got sales on Minnesota
Im really thugging, I can show you
F*ck feelings, my heart frozen
Every time we go and expose you
Dont act stupid, you know the motive
I just pray and keep it on me
When I pray its even on me
You know Im pistol packin
Shawty get it clappin like the Nolia
Aint no lackin, b*tch Im strapped up, every day Im 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 Im 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 thats 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 Im in LA, sippin Wockhardt with Philly
Smoking big blunts of gelato, boy this high dont go away
Man they took my dog away, yeah they took my heart away
Homicide on my line, Ima learn the harder way
B*tch Im sliding every day, this aint 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 aint here to hold you, this sh*t really never over
Its 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 Im 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 thats 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