Lyrics
Yeah (southboy), 1400
Yeah
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
I'm a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again (yeah)
You gon' die poor, that's the way it is
You gon' die, whore, that's the way it ends (yeah)
Bitch, it's only me, I don't need friends
I'm overly T, bitch, I can't comprehend
He talk down on me, then he met his end
I'm capital B, I stomp a fucking ant (yeah)
Shawty, turn up, get these bands
Real shit, don't miss your chance
Real shit, real shit, real shit (on God)
Get some real deal paper, I'm gettin' that bag up (shh)
I'm a real deal stepper, that .50'll blatt ya
I'm with six bad hos, blowin' dope in the black truck (yeah)
You a real deal hater with no money, man, back up
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
I'm a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again (yeah)
You gon' die poor, that's the way it is
You gon' die, whore, that's the way it ends (yeah)
Bitch, it's only me, I don't need friends
I'm overly T, bitch, I can't comprehend
Big boss, ho, hope it never end
I go YSL belt, hat, Opium
Layin' in a ball player bed, 4 p.m.
I done fucked this ho 'cause I'm ballin' out the gym
Out of your league, yeah, it's your boy, yeah
All my hos clean, hell, yeah, yeah
We don't leave no scene, get them folks, yeah
Foot off the pedal, I'm on remote, yeah
Get it every time
She said she tired of me, but she still mine
You had his baby, can't be my kind
She had his baby, but she still fine
Sak Pase, we in Skyami too, we should play tonight
Tryna stop me from bein' with you
Nothin' else to say, you can tell I'm through
I'm sittin' here waitin' on you to be through
Picture my relationship with only you
Realize I'm duffle bag boy livin' now