The Paper Chase - JT The Bigga Figga

Yeah, man, I hope niggas get this chase on, mayne

Hope you got your running shoes, boy

Huh, that’s real

On a paper chase, chasing papers, pulling capers

Flipping a dope ass ride when it’s time to glide

Shit’s so thick it ain’t funny

Especially when you’re flipping a car off another nigga money

And niggas so dirty, they roll around with ya

Squattin' all over the fuckin' town with ya

Knowing they done got this nigga for about 10 G’s

Went and got at the next nigga and bought hella O-Z's

Quick to flip, hit the strip, pop the clip

Strapped at all times so the sucker won’t trip

Down and dirty on the block about them snaps

Niggas up in your mix so it’s time to bust a few caps

Talking about, «How you come up so quick and where the fuck you get that mail

from?»

Stay out my shit like this, punk bitch, you better run

Sideways on a mission to the Moe, gotta lay low for the time being

Coming so ridic', come inside, they even worth seeing

Made a big mistake, bought a cake from a F-E-D

With the profits from the O-Z

Knotted, better hide it, 'cause if you won’t, trot it

Or when you ride it, 'cause if you don’t, fuck

You’d be stuck like Chuck for the century

In the penitentiary calling shots like an OG

All because of the paper you was chasing

And all because of the goddamn lives you was taking

So vicious when it comes to the stack game

Get your money all the time rolling in a chrome 9

And that’s how it be in the '93

Fuck a Glock 17, bought a Glock 23

So peep game and pump up your bass

And check what I’m talking 'bout on the paper chase

The paper chase, nigga, the paper chase

The paper chase, nigga, the paper chase

Paper chase

Pass me my Zapco, mayne, pump that shit up

Street life on the Westside of Frisco

Critical, but it’s time for a jack, hoe

Robbery, a 211 in progress

Strong Black male but you know you can’t fade this

To watch my back, I got a 9

To make sure everything go fine, hmm

They act like it’s Black Season

But I’ma give their punk ass 17 reasons

Not to fuck with a G

'Cause yes, I’m an OG straight from the cold streets

California lifestyle from all the players

Hoods and convicts, gangs with strong rep

Brothers doing dirt on a daily basis

Always on the run 'cause they tryna take this

Game from the ganker, money from the banker

Even tried to get my homie D-Moe for the dank’a

But check it out, nigga, that ain’t shit

Niggas on the street tryna check a grip

I mean, getting it on, I mean, taking your chrome

Cutting off gauge barrels, putting 'em to your dome

I mean, running in your home, mayne, fully loaded

Jumping in your shit 'cause it’s time to roll it

Squattin', plottin' on the next nigga, creepin' through the cuts

Yeah, they know what’s up 'cause they don’t give a fuck

Two to the face, but don’t catch a case

That’s how it is, mayne, on the paper chase

The paper chase, the paper chase, nigga

The paper chase, on a muthafuckin' paper chase