25 Rounds - Paper Lovee, Sada Baby

Gang Gang

Chain on, shit

We say Squad

Paper Lovee say 'Set1, nigga!

Drop top, ridin' 'round

30 shots, 5 rounds left

On a 25 down, 25 rounds

Drop top, ridin' 'round

30 shots, 5 rounds left

On a 25 down, 25 rounds

100 shots, 10 left

90 in that nigga chest

Catch me in the projects

With your wifey on my nigga dick

100 shots, 10 left

90 in that nigga chest

Catch me in the projects

With your wifey on my nigga dick

This Louis V duffle

Then I’m all Gucci, double G

They know not to fuck with me

At first, how I walk in, then they talkin' normal

Walkin', now I keep me some Voss with me

Really don’t give a fuck 'bout it

Got a truck out it, pull it around I go drown in it

Blood strong, got much power

And Rush Hour, told 'em 'Try to Chris Tucker me"

Cookies residue strong like gun powder

Fall in love with a bitch, nah that was the drugs

Mason Margiela, thought he hit in her Uggs

Hit me one time, she stay with my Bloods

I can’t believe that you believe

Anything these niggas be sayin'

Paper Lovee shoot a nigga from the ankles up

'Cause he know where the fuck you be staying (Ugh!)

Boy, I know that you believe it’ll be 100 shots

You’ll see, you gon' get a eulogy, even if it was Scuba Steve

Shots fired, man down, yeah I’ma pop him like 2 or 3

Paranoid, got a gun, but you don’t know I got 2 of these

Pop Perccocet, certain kind of pills make me feel like I work the best

Put 100 rounds around my shoulder, found more chains

Then I might’ve went and hurt my neck

Drop top, ridin' 'round

30 shots, 5 rounds left

On a 25 down, 25 rounds

Drop top, ridin' 'round

30 shots, 5 rounds left

On a 25 down, 25 rounds

100 shots, 10 left

90 in that nigga chest

Catch me in the projects

With your wifey on my nigga dick

100 shots, 10 left

90 in that nigga chest

Catch me in the projects

With your wifey on my nigga dick

Chains on, rings on, I could rap

But I’ma get my sing on

It ain’t over, no the sun gon' shine

When the fuckin' rain gone

If s ok though, they don’t let my voice

Bleed til the pain gone

See, I feel like just because this feel right

That don’t mean it ainl wrong

Chains on, white diamonds on my face

Lookin' like an angel

Pocket rock, $ 1, 000 bottle, $ 300 sprays though

Lay low, switch my stilo, I was ridin' in a Range Rover

Draco, arm out the Durango

I get a nigga brains blown

Don’t try to speak over me, now when I talk

I’ma put his thoughts on the motherfuckin' sidewalk

Get a nigga chalked out, boxed out

I ainl nothin' else for us to talk 'bout

Brazy in my DM’s make a nigga log out

Instagram gonna put a nigga in the dog house

Leash on the AK, man will bring the dog out

Too many niggas talkin' out the teeth out of your mouth

Drop top, ridin' 'round

30 shots, 5 rounds left

On a 25 down, 25 rounds

Drop top, ridin' 'round

30 shots, 5 rounds left

On a 25 down, 25 rounds

100 shots, 10 left

90 in that nigga chest

Catch me in the projects

With your wifey on my nigga dick

100 shots, 10 left

90 in that nigga chest

Catch me in the projects

With your wifey on my nigga dick, huh!