Hell Rell - Paperboy lyrics

rate me

Blazin' artist

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go

Welcome y'all niggas to world war three

Turn his lights out I shine brighter than paul wall teeth

Fuck this rap game fuck it it needs more more me

And despite that I'm here to confront all y'all theives nigga

Got these fiends looking for a dime again

Green ferrari looking like a heineken

You rapping bout your chain is making me want it

If they make a million dolla bill my face should be on it

And your bullets can't touch me your words can't reach me, eehhh

I'm mister know it all these niggas can't teach me

I asked her if she fucking or not soon as she meet me

She thought it was apple juice now she drinking pee pee

Yeah, set a nigga on fire burn a hata

Come in his crib spray it up like the exterminata

If killa say he dead it's off with his fucking head

I shoot em 20 times and make sure the fucka dead

Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that

Boat man, boat man, And big gun under my

Coat man, coat man, Boom you dead

Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy

Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy

Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy

Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy

I blow money wanna see me splurge

Call me if you need a burg(hit me up)

Yellow diamonds look like I kidnapped tweety bird

Stay away from the snakes boa constrictors sayin

I don't talk on the phone you know whos listenin

Bucket hat on like a old ass fisherman

I heard he wanna buy 20 os then send him in

I could cook a brick with my fucking eyes closed

No scale I could weigh it up with a blindfold

And if I hollar then you losing your wife

I'm out of this world I done been to jupiter twice

Plus I stay at the gun range

Neck looking stupid that's dumb chains

See this eyes schooled me to the blood gang

Why let em live it's better to clip him

I always the shooter baby I'm never the victim

And this nigga get on da stand swear 2 god on 10 bibles

Yeah he washed up fresh off spin cycle

Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that

Boat man, boat man, A big gun under my

Coat man, coat man, Boom you dead and

Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy

Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy

Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy

Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy

He can't rap for real

Why they give his ass a deal?

I'm smoking back to back blunts she on half a pill

She said she rolling like 26 inches

I'm feeling like I can fuck 26 bitches

Talking shit bout the set get you 26 stitches

Took flicks of the room sent his mama all da pictures

Your brothers a flunky

Your fathers a junky

Extorting your uncle he paying me monthly

We can bring the porsche out or cruise the bentley

Got muthafucking more whips than kunta kuntai

He was beefin in the morning got em shot by midday

Always listen to ruga gotta do it his way

Your money right get your work weighed up

I Know some real killas get yo moms church sprayed up

You know ruga on deck for the money

I'm a walking checkbook u tryna disrespect da money?

Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that

Boat man, boat man, A big gun under my

Coat man, coat man, Boom you dead and

Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy

Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy

Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy

Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy

Thanks to Vershan Cottrell for these lyrics