PAPER lyrics
Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. [Ya
Then I'm headed straight for that paper. [Ya
At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. [Ya
Fill the whole damn thing with Jamaica. [Ya
Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. [Ya
Then I'm headed straight for that paper. [Ya
At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. [Ya
Put the whole damn thing in a paper [Paper!]
When I wake up, gotta take a big dab
Put on the beat then I fuckin sit back
Let it hit me before I ever hit back
Then I kill the motherfucker, I don't ever give slack
Hell nah you don't get that, bitch you need to get back
Smokin joints, no zig zag
Fresher than a muhhfuckin tic tac
Weed's good and you know that my bitch bad
She wanna swallow kids, yeah she gon kidnap
Couldn't bite my style even with teeth like Riff Raff
Gin with a Sprite, but I'll probably still sip yac
Bitch I'm Young Stone, harder than a pinecone and my fuckin mind gone
Blew up off a time bomb
Give a fuck, I won't
I don't, wanna keep the same mindset and cause the same pain
I just wanna bring the sun to where there's only been rain
Floatin in Bay like her name was Biscayne
Bitch I'm still a dog, see there's things you can't change
Bitch I'm like the bass, you gon hear when I bang
Bitch I'm like the bass cause I gotta maintain
Same sound, same city, same smoke
I'm everywhere that you can't go
Tell me how it feel? Better yet don't
See I'm on a mission, brought my drank and my smoke
If you ain't tryna toke, then why you near me?
Imma let the smoke roll
Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. [Ya
Then I'm headed straight for that paper. [Ya
At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. [Ya
Fill the whole damn thing with Jamaica. [Ya
Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. [Ya
Then I'm headed straight for that paper. [Ya
At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. [Ya
Put the whole damn thing in a paper [Paper!]
I put it in a paper thats how I puff that shit
If she don't wanna fuck she gon suck my dick
Rub it on her face cause she loves that shit
And like a new rollie gotta buss down bitch
Gahdamn, you still smoke them blunts!
Gahdamn, how are your lungs?
Gahdamn, I turn dabs to dust
Gahdamn, I think this a must
Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. [Ya
Then I'm headed straight for that paper. [Ya
At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. [Ya
Fill the whole damn thing with Jamaica. [Ya
Gotta take a Dab when I wake up. [Ya
Then I'm headed straight for that paper. [Ya
At least a quarter ounce when I blaze up. [Ya
Put the whole damn thing in a paper [Paper!]
