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Paul Walker

 

Paul Walker

(album: Happy Halloween C4 - 2021)


Uh, baby Draco, walked it in
They get nervous, Backdoor walking in (Makers)
Think he upset because he lost again
I'm too trap bap, baby, triple cross the bands, 4 (Run that shit back, Turbo)
Pass the weed to my shawty again
The plug brought Big Backdoor weed, I got lost again
I think I need put down the dice, I just lost a ten
I bet if we chop off his tongue, he won't talk again
That money came, I lost family, I lost some friends
And I bought Casa for the bitches, they drunk all the gin
Ayy, this a Percocet 15, not a Percocet 10
I think she said she miss me, tryna be my girl again
My bitch told me that it's my fucking world we in
Backdoor can't stop kicking, I was kicking again
Would paint the Benz all red, I was backing it in
I paint your shirt all red, you look at me again
You know my opps all dead, they can't at me again
You know them Twitter fingers instant, get 'em cut off the skin
Know I said bae, I like a little thicker, she getting thin
Know Big Backdoor a little sicker, wear your face mask in
Her baby daddy looking for her, she can't stay past ten
I walked outside with it, but I brought that K back in
Said oh, that's big Playmaker Turbo Maybach then
I up the Draco out the window, better stay back then
Now I was still tryna serve all the J's back then
How the hell you want that bitch, ain't got no leverage?
I ain't needed none of these niggas to go step with
Send a bitch to him, grant his death wish
I was just thinking, I'm like damn, P
I be seeing what a nigga be posting on the 'Gram, P
Baby said she got that water, told her drown me
She said she gon' wanna have sex if she lay down with me
In the town deep
It got brown seats
I go for like five thousand a fee
This AP ain't even counting
That boy gon' get found down the street
I was trapping, yeah, you know that I found a street
Yeah, know it's a package here, go and check the camera, see
See what my bammer see
Make sure you play for keeps
Think the 'Hawk my favorite Jeep
I poured straight to sleep
Then I went back outside
My demon energy
Know C4 come and ski
Money just come to me
Said she gon' come for me
Said she gon' cum for me
Bitch problems, they come to me
Boss eat last at the feast
Go ski mask happily
It's too much bap for me
First he was taxing me
Now he gon' trap for me
Baby, when the tables turn
Better move back your seat
I vacuum sealed eighty P's
That only last a week
So what's the strategy?
These bitches mad at me
I smoke your salary
You just a casualty
I ain't hit the Gallery, I hit lil' Mallory
Said she gon' gather me
I play it so fucking P

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