ShootnSTAR! - Cherry Lyrics

Paper in my mouth, aye, aye
Cherry paper in my mouth, aye
Cherry coloured whip with cherry paper in my mouth
Cherry paper in my mouth
Pa-paper in my mouth, aye
Paper in my mouth, aye
Cherry coloured whip with cherry paper in my mouth
Cause when I'm smoking weed I like a bit of flavour
Oh wow, yeah I see 'em
Man he fresh as f*ck, top down
Leaning out the window, f*ck a cop
See 'em pop up and I beam 'em
2023 gon' rock, I'm gon' drop like I'm leaning
I'm gon' pop, bitch I'm beaming
ShootnSTAR! erase your feelings, aye
Keep your f*ckin' distance, aye
Mind your f*ckin' business, aye
Constantly complaining 'bout some shit
I never listen, damn, ok
Chain heavy like a missile and I stay
Make you cryin' here's a tissue and
I don't give a f*ck, don't talk to me
I'm tryna roll up and if you ain't got a paper
Then this really ain't your issue, woah
Magazine gon' get you gone
Pass the scene, might hit you, hoe
Plasticine, you bendable, you moldable, you nothin' bro
Throw you over shoulder, hoe
Slow, I'm off the doja, hoe
420, bitch I'm gone, got four two zero's up my nose
Cherry coloured whip, I got that paper, rubber band
If you f*ck with me, I f*ck with you
I'm glad you understand
Damn, saggin' all my pants
Damn, rackin' up the bands
Damn, bangin' on your door
I wanna have a little chat, aye
45 gon' hit you smack bang in the face
Feel like a rat in a maze
I been up a couple days
I been in a f*ckin' daze
Blowin' on that purple haze
I ain't really give a f*ck about you
I forgot your name, damn
(I ain't really give a f*ck about you, I forgot your name, damn)
Cherry coloured whip and two years later I'm still in it
I forgot about this track but now I'm back to get it finished
I'm diminished and in 'bout a minute I'll be lightin' spinnach
But right now I'm just debating how much kief to put up in it
Now ain't shit really changed
Still the same lame
With the same name
In the same lane
With the j flamed
Yeah my brain's maimed, mane
Maintain nothin, please just stay up out my way, k
Grade A puffin
And my paper still got cherries on it, I ain't switch it up
I'm so stuck in my old ways
Always late and giving up
Like I walked out in the rain and now I'm layin' in the mud
Like I say, I could complain but I'on really give a f*ck
I'm just doing what I want now
F*ck what you said
Did you really try to run with a gun to your head
Now I'm under the bed
Bitch I'm hiding from myself
I been focusing on every-f*cking-thang except my health
And I really don't give a f*ck about your other plans
Cause I really got exotic and I want it on demand
In the last half I said '23 gon' rock and I'm gon' drop
I ain't f*ckin' post shit, guess I just forgot
If you ever see me, know I'm heading to the spot
And if you tryna greet me, hope you f*ckin' get shot
Anyway, catch you later, yeah, might be back or not
I ain't really give a f*ck about re-really give a f*ck about you