Paper Cuts lyrics

[Intro]
Paper cut
Getting that paper cut
(Play that sh*t, 4)
Yeah
(Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though)
Bankroll

[Verse 1]
All that pocket watching, n*ggas never gon' amount to sh*t (Nah)
f*ck my b*tch up off a Perc', she say she loving daddy di*k (She love me)
We can't go inside the club unless we got in with them sticks (Hell nah)
I ain't check my stash spot in six months, sh*t, make that another six (Wait, again)
F.O.D., my n*ggas gang, but you know I've been filthy rich
Well respected and protect, I got mob ties in this b*tch (For real)
Thinking 'bout snatching chains (Huh?), we snatching brains, you dying in this b*tch (Baow)
John Wick with that stick, even my opps say that I shoot too quick (Doot, doot)
Hold up, I just thought of something (Huh? What?)
Why all my opps be cliquing up? (Why?)
Even when y’all fifty deep, y'all n*ggas still be broke as f*ck (Broke, broke-ass n*ggas)
Thumbing through these bands all by myself, I'm getting paper cuts (I'm thumbing through it)
Heard you staying with your mama, need to get your paper up

[Chorus]
Running through these bands, did it by hand, I got a paper cut (Woo)
Heard your n*gga broke but wanna beef, boy, get your paper up (Ayy, get your money)
Shorty seen my chain and asked my name, lil' b*tch, you know what's up
I got racks on racks, so many bands I'm getting paper cuts (Racks, racks, racks)
When you seen them blue whips out in traffic (b*tch, you know that's us), b*tch, you know that's us (Skrrt)
At least a hundred shots up in each whip (Don't play with us), ayy, boy don't play with us
F&N and .223's (K with us), you know we keep them K's with us
Got so many bands, need three or four hands (Paper cuts), keep getting paper cuts
[Verse 2]
sh*t, another paper cut, I think I need a Band-Aid (sh*t)
I've been getting Jacksons, baby, like my name was Rampage (Ayy, Rampage Jackson)
My b*tch never talk back, b*tch, you better do what I say (Shut the f*ck up)
It's only going to go one way, it's my way or the highway (Bye)
Paper cut, I'm papered up (Papered up)
I'll never pay to f*ck (Nah)
Say b*tch, this a million dollar di*k, you gotta pay to f*ck (A million f*cking dollar di*k)
I need to tell my haters something (Haters)
Hating ain't gone get you nothing (Ha)
Come and work it for a boss, you'll probably get some paper cuts

[Chorus]
Running through these bands, did it by hand, I got a paper cut (Woo)
Heard your n*gga broke but wanna beef, boy, get your paper up (Ayy, get your money)
Shorty seen my chain and asked my name, lil' b*tch, you know what's up
I got racks on racks, so many bands I'm getting paper cuts (Racks, racks, racks)
When you seen them blue whips out in traffic (b*tch, you know that's us), b*tch, you know that's us (Skrrt)
At least a hundred shots up in each whip (Don't play with us), ayy, boy don't play with us
F&N and .223's (K with us), you know we keep them K's with us
Got so many bands, need three or four hands (Paper cuts), keep getting paper cuts