YBC Zyn - Paper Chase

I be stackin up my bread, I bet I stack it every day
YBC and all my squad, and we just know to paper chase
Why he screaming that he loyal but we know that he be fake
Never problems cause my brodie always rolling with the K
And you run up on me, imma beat yo ass like MMA
Just a youngin from the island, tryna start a couple waves
What's the point of the talking, you don't say it to my face
I'm at the top I'm never last like I ain't heard of second place
Everywhere I go you know I got the steppas close
You could never ever see me, need a telescope
All this water on my neck, how you expecting me to float
Every time I had to leave I had her screaming for some more
I think that she in love like she ain't leaving me no more
And it's like I work at cobs cause I be needin me some dough
She say that she home alone, I grab the keys I'm boutta go
60 to 100, I show her that Audi go
The choppa stay up in coach, uh
Who is YBC, bitch we the one who run the coast, uh
It's like I got the girl all addicted to my flow
Got the music, I'm just tryna get my people off the roads
Mandem always with me, better watch how you approach
And I had to tell em, Imma get this shit fasho
And I need the maybach and I told em paint it rose
And the shordie got some brain, like she was on the honour roll
I be stackin up my bread, I bet I stack it every day
YBC and all my squad, and we just know to paper chase
Why he screaming that he loyal but we know that he be fake
Never problems cause my brodie always rolling with the K
And you run up on me imma beat yo ass like MMA
Just a youngin from the island, tryna start a couple waves
What's the point of the talking, you don't say it to my face
I'm at the top I'm never last like I ain't heard of second place

Written by:
Sterling May

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