No Flockin Remix

Yeah, Paper Roue Business, Yeah Yeah (Glock)

Young nigga, I been having cash. I ain't got a brag
All this money in my damn pocket the reason why I'm sagging
Burn a nigga like a damn tan, I hit him and his man
I'm pulling up in that Audi fast, I'm bout to drop a bag
Smoking Gelato, you smoke 87. All I know is gas
Nigga don't ask me where them hoes at
Boy where yo hoe at?
Brand new Glock, It's extended clip. That bitch big too
You a fool if you think my niggas ain't gone pull up and shoot
They let it loose, sliding in that coupe, with yo baby boo
Pouring 4s in that Mountain Dew, yeah you know how I move
Serving birds I like bread, chasing to it I break my leg
Thumb until I hurt my hand
Smoking gas straight to the head
These niggas talking like they really bout it
We pulling up then we in and out it
With the grape, smoking on purple flowers
Trynna scrape the money to the sky like a tower
Got some choppers on the side of me
Yeah, my lil niggas gone ride for me
My lil bitch gone lie for me
I'm the shit these flies on me
Let a nigga come and try to take some
When he see that carbon bet he play dumb
My niggas I got stay saying red rum
Throwing bullets like Brady nigga no Tom
Banana shit, ape shit, congo
Hit em with a 30 piece combo
Make it rain better get a puncho
Whole lotta everything, I'm commando
Fuck what you heard I'm just saying though
Ask ya best friend, I'm the man hoe
We don't talk so these niggas laying low
We don't talk so these niggas laying low
Riding 'round and you know I'm trynna get it
I ain't trynna talk bitch I just wanna hit it
Hit a lick with my nigga D, know we split it
Karate Kid, Glock leap when that chopper kicking
Gnats wanna talk every time I come around
When they see Glock man you know they face sour
I don't give a fuck I'm still smoking on sour
I don't give a fuck I'm still smoking on sour
I don't give a fuck I'm still smoking on sour nigga

Nigga, No Flocking
No motha' fucking flocking nigga
Whole lotta everything, boy