Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper or Plastic, artist - blueface. Album song We over Famous, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Paper or Plastic |
I wake up, I get fly, let’s get it |
I roll up, I get high, let’s get it |
Your bitch is my bitch, admit it |
She wanna ride for me, she wanna die for me, let’s get it |
Came up in a 4 door |
Upgraded to the drop Coope |
Now I got your bitch all on my dick, she brought 2 |
Pimp shit, ain’t nothing new |
Got a few more coming through |
In that 2 door 500 Coope, my niggas they run and shoot |
Coming off that OG, your main bitch she chose me |
40 K on a Roli, got a young nigga feeling like Kobi |
I need some more weed, I need some more Lean |
Tick tock for your Roli, just act like you don’t know me |
I need some more weed, I need some more Lean |
She don’t ever get high with you, need a bitch gonna blow trees |
Told you she don’t give head, I had her down on both knees |
Treat these hoes like trophies, I bag them up like groceries |
Paper or plastic, my nigga |
I’m gone off that Activis, young nigga trapping |
hand on the mac again |
2 double o on the dash again, let’s ride |
These bitches fake, these niggas is fake too |
You a killer, give me a break, lil nigga take 2 |
I wake up, I get fly, let’s get it |
I roll up, I get high, let’s get it |
Your bitch is my bitch, admit it |
She wanna ride for me, she wanna die for me, let’s get it |
Pay day, I get fly, ask your girl, cause she know |
Everyday we get high, just copped a couple more O’s |
Put your middle fingers to the sky, if you really bout your doegh |
Ain’t stressin over no hoe, just kommas after 0's |
Yeah I’m up next, that’s on deck |
Kush packs, that’s on deck |
Choppers with me, they on deck |
If the cops get me, I be on that |
Keep bail money in the rubber band |
Glock 40 in one hand, my lawyer number in the other hand |
Young nigga high as a ceeling, don’t get hit with that ceeling fan |
Leather jackets, mink firs, pink bandanas, no Killa Cam |
Turn 5 grams to 8 grams, 20 grams to an ounce, man |
Out here just getting it |
I wake up, I get fly, let’s get it |
I roll up, I get high, let’s get it |
Your bitch is my bitch, admit it |
She wanna ride for me, she wanna die for me, let’s get it |