Paris

(yea)
 (ahh)
 (woah)
 (umm)
 All in my feelings
 Don't even come 'round me
 Ain't answer my phone
 So my bitch going buggy
 I fuck you in Paris
 All the way out to London
 Got some shooters in Gaza
 And they ain't afraid to pop off one
 Your crew full of dummies
 About to go muggy
 I spazz like (pa pa pa)
 Then it get all bloody
 Fuck is you talking about
 I stay with the real ones
 I stay with my bitch
 And she ain't afraid to pop no one
 Mama always told me
 That i better keep my mouth straight
 And if im ever on the road
 That i better keep my soul straight
 And if someone is talking 'bout you
 Than he don't know you truthfuly
 And always stay true to yourself
 And your real fucking family
 All in my feelings
 Don't even come 'round me
 I spazz like (ta ta ta)
 So my bitch going buggy
 I fuck you in Paris
 All the way out to London
 Got some shooters in Gaza
 And they ain't afraid to pop no one
 (Afraid to pop no one)
 (And more chune for your headtop
 So watch how you speak on my name, you know?)