Brown Paper Bag

[Produced by Blickie Blaze] [Hook] Young mad nigga balling out the slums 99 problems but he ain’t one Got it rum pum pum with me handy gun Me rum pum pum with me handy gun In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag Me rum pum pum with me handy gun Me rum pum pum with me handy gun In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag Me rum pum pum with me handy gun Me rum pum pum with me handy gun [Verse 1] So thick [?] can’t fold it Neck and wrist that’s colder Young nigga talk that game Rip that shit then sold it Open up the strip fast, close it Can’t hear you with the strip talking Bubble when it catch that flame Bitch just whip that soda Now we never stopping from police Just put the product in the streets Don’t want no war to keep the peace Cause we known for riding with the heat Stackhouse up in that trap house Ten toes down, my strap out Back against the wall, nigga lash out Nigga can’t think with his cap out Them birds on, got hang time My young boys throw gang signs Don’t fuck with no new niggas Get crossed like them state lines Maserati swerving, out the lobby serving Wash that money like detergent Snatch that rex and drop the work in [Hook] [Verse 2] Dreamt about all of this money Nigga done woke up and got it Rinsing off all of these hundreds Nigga came fresh out the projects I’m high off that contact like canned tuna, my top back Done found out they eat cheese so it’s glue all in my mousetraps Got this shit, man this shit laid out We eat and run like it’s takeout Only way you gone come up if we stay down They act like being a real nigga’s played out Dunking on these hoes, jumping from that dotted line Move work up on the stove, end of every night, I counted mine [Hook]