Onna Way To The Paper

(album: God Level - 2018)

[03 Greedo:]
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

Please stop bugging me, baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
Fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
I made my bitch serve shit like a waiter
I run my motherfucking city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

Call me Greedy 'cause I came in with the flavor
Whip it, whip it like a slave, I'm a baker
House nigga in the kitchen with the white folks
I got high and started to think this was Jamaica
Smoke a nigga, send him off to meet his maker
Whole team wearing purple like the Lakers
Lonzo the way I ball, step your game up
Gonzo, long nose make you wake up
Chopper for the shake up
I was in the Bay, smoking K with the gangster
Crack in the streets, we from the were the Earth quakes, bitch
Tell these pussy rappers stop playing, I'ma pull up
If they keep on bugging, nigga, we don't have to play tough
We don't even play fair either, you can get sprayed up
I am not a sniper, but I'm quick to hold the K up
I got all this fucking triple like a fucking lay up
I'ma get the key and get some pussy then we lay up

Please stop bugging me, baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
Fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
I made my bitch serve shit like a waiter
I run my motherfucking city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

[Yhung T.O.:]
Please stop begging me, baby
I'm off these drugs, my mind crazy
All this shit I been through is what made me
This Glock on my hip just for safety
I can't let these niggas faze me
I will not stop 'til I'm JAY-Z
Oh, and my wifey Beyoncé
We send your bitch on a blind date
I was in LA, toting straps with the gangsters
Ferragamo cuffs, used to be on the ankle
Free all of my niggas out the cell, give 'em [?]
Smoking all this dope 'til my chest feeling strangled
I can't rewind with you
Wish I wouldn't waste time with you
I got my love from my moms
But I got my pain from you
All the shit that you do

[03 Greedo:]
Please stop bugging me, baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
Fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
I made my bitch serve shit like a waiter
I run my motherfucking city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player