Onna Way to the Paper lyrics

[Intro: 03 Greedo]
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Please stop buggin' me baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
f*ck around and sell a brick to your neighbor
I made my b*tch serve sh*t like a waiter
I run my motherf*ckin' city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Call me Greedy 'cause I came in with the flavor
Whip it, whip it like a slave, I'm a baker
House n*gga in the kitchen with the white folks
I got high and start to think this was Jamaica
Smoke a n*gga, send him off to meet his maker
Whole team wearin' purple like the Lakers
Lonzo the way I ball, step your game up
Gonzo, long nose make you wake up, chopper for the shake up
I was in the Bay, smokin' K with the gangsters
Crack in the streets, we from where the earthquakes was
Tell these pus*y rappers stop playin', I'ma pull up
If they keep on buggin', n*gga we don't have to play tough
We don't even play fair either, you can get sprayed up
I am not a sniper, but I'm quick to hold that K up
I got all this f*ckin' dribble like a f*ckin' lay-up
I'ma get the key and get some pus*y then we lay up
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Please stop buggin' me baby
I'm on my way to the paper
Got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
f*ck around and sell a brick to your neighbor
I made my b*tch serve sh*t like a waiter
I run my motherf*ckin' city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Please stop buggin' me baby
I'm off these drugs, my mind crazy
All this sh*t I been through is what made me
This Glock on my hip just for safety
I can't let these n*ggas faze me
I will not stop 'til I'm Jay-Z
Oh, and my wifey Beyoncé
We send your b*tch on a blind date
I was in LA totin' straps with the gangsters
Ferragamo cuffs, used to be on the ankle
Free all of my n*ggas out the cell, give 'em anger
Smokin' all this dope 'til my chest feelin' strangled
I can't rewind with you
Wish I wouldn't've waste time with you
I got my love from my moms
But I got my pain from you
All the sh*t that you do
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Please stop buggin' me baby
I'm on my way to the paper
Got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
f*ck around and sell a brick to your neighbor
I made my b*tch serve sh*t like a waiter
I run my motherf*ckin' city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player