More songs by Trippie Redd
More songs by Young Thug
Description
Producer: J-Bone
Engineer, Masterer, Mixer: Igor Mamet
Programmer: J-Bone
Vocals: Trippie Redd
Vocals: Young Thug
Writer: Trippie Redd
Writer: Young Thug
Composer, Lyricist: Trippie Redd
Composer, Lyricist: Young Thug
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Yeah. -Soundboy.
Yeah.
Yeah. Paper bag boy, rubber band man. Paper bag boy, rubber band man.
I'm a tycoon, you a damn fan. Suicide doors, I feel alive again, yeah.
You gonna die poor, that's the way it ends. You gonna die a whore, that's the way it ends.
-Yeah. -Bitch, it's only me, I don't need friends.
I'm on Milly T, bitch I can't comprehend.
He talked down on me, then he met his end. I'm capital B, I stomp a fucking ant.
Yeah. Shorty turn up, get these bands. Real shit, don't miss your chance.
-Real shit. -Real shit, real shit. On God.
This real dude paper, I'm getting that bag up.
-Shh.
-I'm a real dude, stomping that fifty a black chump.
I'm with six bad hoes blowing dope in the black truck.
-Yeah.
-You a real dude hater with no money, man back up.
Paper bag boy, rubber band man. Paper bag boy, rubber band man.
I'm a tycoon, you a damn fan. Suicide doors, I feel alive again, yeah.
You gonna die poor, that's the way it ends. You gonna die a whore, that's the way it ends.
-Yeah. -Bitch, it's only me, I don't need friends.
I'm on Milly T, bitch I can't comprehend.
Big boss hog, hope it never end. I go out, seat belt, hat, OBM.
Laying in a ball player bed, four PM.
I done fucked this hoe 'cause I'm balling at the gym.
Out of your league, yes boy, yeah. All my hoes clean, hell yeah, yeah. We'll leave no scene, get them four, yeah.
Foot off the pedal, I'm on one more, yeah.
Get it every time. She say she tired of me, but she still mine.
You had his baby, can't be my kind. She had his baby, but she still fine.
South Side say we hit Sky and the tour.
We should play tonight.
Trying to stop me from being with you.
Nothing else to say, you can tell I'm through.
I'm sitting here waiting on you to be through. Picture my relationship with only you.
Realize I'm better, bad boy living now. Where she, she say, "Please put me down. "
Paper bag boy, rubber band man. Paper bag boy, rubber band man.
I'm a tycoon, you a damn fan. Suicide doors, I feel alive again, yeah.
You gonna die poor, that's the way it ends. You gonna die a whore, that's the way it ends.
-Yeah. -Bitch, it's only me, I don't need friends.
I'm on Milly T, bitch I can't comprehend.