| Gettin' to the paper, that’s my passion |
| 1400/800 Inc., we gettin' cash, bitch |
| Only like fuckin' on bitches fat asses |
| Call me the reaper, we smokin' ashes |
| Fuckin' top tens, yeah, you know I’ma bag it |
| Yeah, I’m fuckin' twin sisters, bitch, you know that they the baddest |
| Want it all to yourself but you know that I done had it |
| Wanna beat that pussy dead, raw, yeah, it’s in a casket |
| I just bought Balenci' now I’m walkin' in the mansion |
| Boy, don’t play with me, that switchy get to spittin' automatic |
| I don’t give a fuck 'bout what you said, lil' hoe |
| If you talk down on the gang, you gonna beg, lil' hoe |
| I heard shawty tryna ride, get on the pegs, lil' hoe |
| Born in crime, homicide, leave you dead, lil' hoe |
| The world through my eyes is infrared, lil' hoe |
| The killers in the streets goin' fed, lil' hoe |
| Livin' in a world where everybody hella street |
| Everybody got a heat, everybody want beef |
| Everybody pussy, nigga, everybody sweet |
| Swear to God, you don’t want no smoke with me |
| Yeah, it’s the big bird, bitch, I got issues |
| It’s the middle of the summer and my neck got a igloo |
| Barrel of the drum stare at you and it’ll end you |
| I ain’t sneeze but I’m blessed, wipe me down, I need a tissue |
| I’m Trippie, bitch, I’m slimed out |
| Iced out bitch with your girl on my dick |
| Iced out bitch with your girl on my tip |
| The opps want me but my Glock wanna kiss |
| Slow down, ridin' 'round, four deep, every choppa got a hundred rounds |
| If I catch a opposition, I’ma have to take 'em down |
| Like the special opps, bitch, catch a opp and tango down (Tango down) |
| I love money counters, bitch, I love the paper sound |
| Comin' from the trenches, when I’m in 'em, safe and sound |
| Used to love the beef, I love gettin' paper now |
| Don’t use GPS, bitch, I’m on the paper route |
| Comin' from that place where it’s hard to make it out |
| If it’s smoke, want war, nigga, we could face it out |
| Got your bitch suckin' dick and I ain’t into makin' out |
| If you scared, go to church, nigga, bring the devil out |
| Gettin' tired of you niggas, Michelin |
| Seein' all you niggas droppin' but nobody metnion' it |
| I just sold out twenty thousand people out in Michigan |
| I just made it out the hood, nigga, I ain’t missin' it |
| Keep it player with these hoes, nigga, I don’t miss a bitch |
| And you know I’m Big Redd, nigga, just like some licorice |
| I just bought a Rolls-Royce, don’t that mean really rich? |
| Walk around with 1400 hoes on my damn dick |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Achoo) |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Achoo) |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody |
| Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Bosley) |