Choppin Paper Up Lil B

[Intro]
Yeah, man, you know niggas put them choppas up, we got that shit rockin' up. Pretty Boy Music, you feel me?
I’m brushing my waves in this bitch, you know. I got hella girls, man; they love when I rap, you feel me?
So like I said, this that Pretty Boy Party
We thugged out, tiny shirts, all that

[Hook]
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up
You feel me?
I'm a thug; nigga, I'm a fucking thug
Catch me out in the hood choppin' paper up

[Verse 1:]
I had to play the game dirty you would never see it
Grip the scope and the Glock, let's talk Jesus
Let's talk how he played when a nigga see me
Niggas ain't like that I'mma ante-up
I'mma show the fast gain the slow bucks
In the hood niggas never gonna eat for nothing
I'mma make that rich nigga music
That pretty boy shit but he just where the roof is
Pretty young thug now them niggas going stupid
Copy my swag worldwide, let's do it
I'm the street baller bitch like the ruckus
And based God don't touch this
And this real line up
56 with them power pills
How I'm gon' eat when my nigga's dead
I'm paranoid every day nigga fuck the feds