Paperbag Boy Lyrics by Trippie Redd
(Feat. Young Thug)
Yeah
1400
Yeah
Paperbag boy
Rubberband man
Paperbag boy
Rubberband man
I’m a tycoon
You a damn fan
*** doors
I feel alive again (Yeah)
You gon’ die poor
That’s the way it is
You gon’ die, ***
That’s the way it ends (Yeah)
***, it’s only me
I don’t need friends
I’m overly T
***, I can’t comprehend
He talk down on me
Then he met his end
I’m capital B
I stomp a *** ant (Yeah)
Shorty, turn up, get these bands
Real ***, don’t miss your chance
Real ***, real ***, real *** (On God)
Get some real deal paper, I’m getting that bag up
I’m a real deal stepper, that 50’ll blatt ya
I’m with six bad hoes, blowing *** in the black truck (Yeah)
You a real deal hater with no money, man, back up
Paperbag boy
Rubberband man
Paperbag boy
Rubberband man
I’m a tycoon
You a damn fan
*** doors
I feel alive again (Yeah)
You gon’ die poor
That’s the way it is
You gon’ die, ***
That’s the way it ends (Yeah)
***, it’s only me
I don’t need friends
I’m overly T
***, I can’t comprehend
Big boss, ho
Hope it never end
I go YSL belt, hat, Opium
Laying in a ball player bed, 4 p.m.
I done *** this ho ’cause I’m balling out the gym
Outta your league
Yeah, it’s your boy, yeah
All my hoes clean
Hell yeah, yeah
We don’t leave no scene
Get them folks, yeah
Foot off the pedal
I’m on remote, yeah
Get it every time
She said she tired of me
But still mine
You had his baby
Can’t be my kind
She had his baby
But she still fine
Sak Pase, we in Skyami too
We should play tonight
Tryna stop me from being with you
None else to say, you can tell I’m through
I’m sitting here waiting on you to be through
Picture my relationship with only you
Realize I’m duffle bag boy living now
What else did she say?
Please put me down
Paperbag boy
Rubberband man
Paperbag boy
Rubberband man
I’m a tycoon
You a damn fan
*** doors
I feel alive again (Yeah)
You gon’ die poor
That’s the way it is
You gon’ die, ***
That’s the way it ends (Yeah)
***, it’s only me
I don’t need friends
I’m overly T
***, I can’t comprehend