kentrellgrave - Paparzzi Lyrics

K-Fo produced it
Let's hear this shit bro
White T and some dope boy Reeves, bitch I'm a gangsta
I'm from sticking shit late night on the scene, but now I'm famous

Wake up for school on the bus, stop smoking weed, I'm smelling stanky
Hit the block, take off the plate, and then spin back like you ain't a spanker
This my lifestyle, ride through the night worried, they think this life glory
Hit a spanking out the window, swipe, it's life, that be the right swear

Spent six months in a group home, now my crib look like a hotel
I figure I can't do wrong, but they figure that I'm gon' fail
Too much money to be up under a hotel, I'm like oh well
They gon' leave me, that first moment I go to jail

They bleaching, they can't get it, they might tell
This coaster knows just how I live
But I f*cked up, let it in my home, and this shit real
They ain't never seen me, they would've went told paparazzi

They ain't never ran across young boy, they would've tried, they looking poppy
We ain't never ran across that boy, would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pack
Make him stalk his mama, I was just for the stopping, bitch that's how I'm riding
But you know that though, all they night they spending for the sun, but you know that though

I'm popping so these bitches is in my business, but you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with the millions, but they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it, but you know that though
And they know I'm coming with it and dumping with it, trying slumping with it

A boy don't miss you, we gon' get him, bitches believe that
Hold on, I should've bounced that ass and threw it back
She see this cash, she acting back
I'm loaded dirty with my clean name, no mercy and I mean that

Grind hard to get a bigger bag, grind hard, I said I'm dealing
Sorry, boo, left the house, I ain't make it back
Stolen gas and stole those specs across the track
One fact, you slipped your head, gon' get put on a flat

Got a big sack, they know that though
Hella swag, killer flow
Miss my cousin, boo, I'm off the roof, bitch, I'm in Zillow, my
From windburn to chow-chow, playing, it's gon' go down

Miley niggas bang that tray, no 38 in hole, they four down
They ain't never seen me, they would've went to old paparazzi
They ain't never ran across young boy, they would've tried, they looking pop
We ain't never ran across that boy, would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pack

Make him stalk his mama, I was just there for the stopping, bitch, that's how I'm riding
But you know that though, all they night they spending for the sun, but you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business, but you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with the millions, but they know that though

Ain't stopping and they know I'm talking with it, but you know that though