Lyrics: Nathan Fuller/Ryan Chassels/Patrick Alexander Hall/Emanuel Felipe Silva De Oliviera/David Wilson/Caleb Thomas Wilson Music: Nathan Fuller/Ryan Chassels/Patrick Alexander Hall i-i got i got paper in this duffle you got problems i can tell hope my coffin come in stuffed wit dope n' double c chanel i-i got 7 figure sales you-you got tied up then u fell p-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch your yearly spent on grailed ya-ya whole crew gon' die my whole crew gon' slide i wish u well wish that you would try w-wanna get supplied just ring the bell ring the bell r-ring the r-ring the bell s-so much paper on me bitch that you would think im checkin' mail g-gettin high smokin' til i leave p-push up on me pop that .9, watch me bullet feed i-i think im late im checkin' that time private driver parkin' out front w-w-wantin' that pic better stand in line d-double r phantom outside backseat riding r-ridin with stars look up i-i got i got paper in this duffle you got problems i can tell hope my coffin come in stuffed wit dope n' double c chanel i-i got 7 figure sales you-you got tied up then u fell p-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch your yearly spent on grailed i cannot stand a motha ****a runnin up on me i get it quickly we set in stone my family d-doomshop killas standin on a silly set ya heard bullets like a bird they flyin thru ya ****in church i wonder why you crying steady hatin steady lying you said you tough but you a pussy now ya ass is fryin im loaded up im steady aiming at you ****ing bitches i swear i love these switches pull the trigger rest in peices i walk the walk i talk the talk and i will prove it to ya im 289 im 186 the freddie make ya piss i done alot of shit to make it where i got like this dug my way from the dirt and now the freddies pissed
ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin baby i cannot give no extra credit cuse im ****in shady i stay up in the shadows demons creeps and bodys shallow
i always want the battle hear the sound the death rattle i-i got i got paper in this duffle you got problems i can tell hope my coffin come in stuffed wit dope n' double c chanel i-i got 7 figure sales you-you got tied up then u fell p-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch your yearly spent on grailed