Marc Papers - Showin' Out

Get Ya Papers Up
Fear of God sweats now we showin out
Gucci’s on our feet now we showing out
Countin bands wit our hands
Now we showin out
Now we showin out
Niggas showin out
Got money in our pants now we showin out
Stacks and rubber bands now we showin out
Looking lit up on the gram
Now we showin out now we showin
Niggas showin out
I try it to keep it low key
But the bread be making me
Wanna show out go out and blow this dough out
What you know bout I’m doing my shit
Instead of following most cuz the feds be getting close
Try to take a nigga calories put holes in my salary
I don’t trust nothing probably poison in my salad B
I’m not consistent with these bitches and they mad at me
Fuck em
Yall rap lames all my casualties
Fresh comme des garçons I suit up magically
We don’t follow trends fam we do it classically
I gotta keep up I need to for my sanity
I’m a king so address as your majesty
I show out for the vanity uh
Fear of God sweats now we showin out
Gucci’s on our feet now we showing out
Countin bands wit our hands
Now we showin out
Now we showin out
Niggas showin out
Got money in our pants now we showin out
Stacks and rubber bands now we showin out
Lookin lit up on the gram
Now we showin out
Now we showin out
Niggas showin out

Written by:
Christopher Robertson

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