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Paper Planes lyrics by Bloody Shield

Verse-1
I’ma stack monarchs, you hear my barks?
That mean I’ma get guap
These pussy they mad, they talk slop
Send a dog three shots that mean it go; Bop bop bop (Aye)
Gelato in my blunt burn like gas
He stand in the back with the seed that go pop
If you think you a bad boy, get popped
Man, I fuck up the head when blood drop
Stick heed in believing the blood drop
Why these man so pussy and pocket watch?
Like, I’m tryna step in Carti and pocket a watch (Like)
SI, rock it a lot, FP, rock it a lot
UK boy, I come for your spot
In the US I know BS knocking a lot
When I fish, I get bites (Huh)
Bites (Huh, bites)
Got my bitch, just my type
Not right, like, clutching a stick when shit get tight, snipe
All of my blunts they bite (Like)
All of these man talk shite
Like, who the fuck gave these man one mic?
In LD off LD get guap, I cannot stop
Unless I’m told by my pops (Like)
And my pops want me out the box (Aye)
I’m outside, swinging my socks (Aye)
Fill them with rocks, flush raw, bumping that Sox
Bumping the rawest, run from the cops (Aye)

Bridge
I can’t work jobs (Aye)
I hate my boss, bitch
I am my boss, that’s how I rock
Sip that hen on rocks (Aye)
Split that pen, it’s raw (Aye)
Raw, is it not?
Raw, is it not? (Uh)
Kill em off

Verse-2
Each day I wake up miserable
Each night I think about ending days
What would I leave back here anyway?
I think about it every way
Like, what if I hang or my shit bang?
I go out anyway, any day
Sad to say
Wake up every day and this shit still the same
Lead fly like paper planes into my brain
I’ll take on any state, take on any fate
Know what God want from me, bitch, I’m not any face
I kick ball like Boniface; I got a bony face (Like)
Fix shit, my woadie breaks
I’m on go, I got no breaks
If you on my dick we can’t link up, that shit fuck up my month
I smoke dope, I get dumb, I pop sweets and I get numb (Numb, numb)
You talk about pussy, you get none
Must think this blood shit is for fun?
You talk about pussy, you are one (One)
I’m winning Europa; Lookman
To all of my bros, I look up; to
Can’t fuck with a dude like you (Can’t fuck with a-)
Can’t fuck with a tube like you
You man on the sus side too (Aye)
I’m on the southside too
Together we stick like glue (Aye, brr-brr)

Outro
Glory, glory (Huh)
It’s blood, blood (Brr, brr)