Paper Cuts (feat. Appolis) Video (MV)

How you tripping over shit thats behind you
Told my bitch all that cheating that I did thats behind us
Thats behind us
We somewhere over seas you can't find us
I don't really see them niggas on my soul they behind us
They behind us
F*ck it up f*ck it up
I'm thumbing through hunneds that is a must
I'm counting and counting till paper cuts
They act like they on it but they a bluff
My niggas be winning ain't scared of nothing
I sleep with my baby my bitch a gun
I sleep with my bitch a gun Boom
I believe in my bitch she a hunned
Cock it back let it burn through your stomach
Take your time don't be thirsty for money
But you still gotta grind for the money
For the love I'm in love with the paper
Sour diesel I blow when I wake up
Hold up hold up hold up hey Nigga I'm not your average
I be cooling but don't let this cooling get your tonsils clipped
I don't swag yeah I got sauce and when I walk I walk with drip Why he acting how he live
Just cause you hood don't make you real
You don't wanna live this life this we grew up in the hell
Use to get bags in the mail
If they make it you know they gone sell
Driving I'm hoping the passenger trill
Pitch to the right then I'm making a left
Hella cold but my city is hot Twelve year old shorties they toating them glocks
Packing them sticks they pushing the mops
They like f*ck what you talking about they need the guop
You know I'm gone talk to shorty
Think before you do its look ing like a win but at the end you still gonna loose
Like fighting with your bitch or stealing from your loved ones
See me I cannot trust none but i still love my loved ones real shit
How you tripping over shit thats behind you
Told my bitch all that cheating that I did thats behind us
Thats behind us
We somewhere over seas you can't find us
I don't really see them niggas on my soul they behind us
They behind us
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, thumbing through hunneds that is a must
I'm counting and counting till paper cuts
They act like they on it but they a bluff my niggas be winning ain't scared of nothing
I sleep with my baby my bitch a gun I sleep with my bitch a gun Boom
Big truck all black tints got niggas saying I got cents
Shit ain't been the same sense got a couple pistols cause it made sense
They pocket watch I pay rent price your head won't make a dent
Nigga outta options what my soul say f*ck it go in
Who Foe'n em why none of this shit belong to none of them
Listen my nigga let's run up inside of their cribs and kill everyone of them
Take all that shit they was fronting in
Flip all they whips and burn all they Gucci on top of them
Treat'em like Pac and them spit on them leave them like Bishop left radamen
I got the juice that they drowning in
Bitches get loose when let'm in pussy like let let him on a late night letterman
Ripping me outa my letterman's oh that's my friend gone let her in
Double the pussy is better than one a little more work I'm a veteran
Two bitches screaming put it in three or six nut for I'm finishing
Most of these niggas is hoes so a lot of these bitches be diking
But I just be getting these paper cuts cuz I'm bout to purchase a island
How you tripping over shit thats behind you
Told my bitch all that cheating that I did thats behind us thats behind us
We somewhere over seas you can't find us I don't really see them niggas on my soul They behind us they behind us
F*ck it up f*ck it up thumbing through hunneds that is a must
I'm counting and counting till paper cuts
They act like they on it but they a bluff my niggas be winning ain't scared of nothing
I sleep with my baby my bitch a gun I sleep with my bitch a gun Boom