Paraphernalia Lyrics – BigKayBeezy
Singer: BigKayBeezy
Title: Paraphernalia
Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs
I might send some of these slugs in your mail
Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can’t you tell?
I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can’t you smell what I’m-?
Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
How you couldn’t tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil’ hitter
My shorty said, “Gang, I’m ready, just got through blicking”, I f#ck around, hit ’em
I said, “Go spin that b#tch again, make sure his #ss all hit up”
All on the ‘Gram talking about come get up, with him, that’s why that n#gg# a lemon, he a vegetable
I just put a few drills on my schedule
When I step out in that field, I get medical
I mean surgical
What’s the word? I got birds in my furniture
Baby, don’t hit the curb, no alerting ’em [Grrt, baow, baow
Hop out, we burning ’em [Baow, baow, baow, baow]
Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs
I might send some of these slugs in your mail
Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can’t you tell?
I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can’t you smell what I’m-?
Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
How you couldn’t tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil’ hitter
My shorty said, “Gang, I’m ready, just got through blicking”, I f#ck around, hit ’em
I said, “Go spin that b#tch again, make sure his #ss all hit up”
All in the corner, clutchin’ a .50, make sure a n#gg# torso burn, we medical
Drop the low, we kick his sh#t in like lil’ folks ‘n them wrestlers
I put my b#tch on a pedestal
I put them bricks and them hits on my schedule
Let’s hit a lick on that medicine, but you gotta keep that on the hush
I keep a Glock with a shh
She said she fell in love with my touch
No stick-shift and the whip still clutch
Big backwoods, what the f#ck is a Dutch?
I can’t see us together without my binoculars, that ain’t the only thing stoppin’ us
You don’t know how to be patient and popular
Lil’ E spin the block, one more gain and we poppin’ ’em
Hop in them whip and go mission impossible
You gotta keep that on the hush
Straight backwoods, what the f#ck is a Dutch?
And the zaza good but ain’t f#cking with us
Oh, we f#cking him up
Got a whole lotta guns on this Mercedes bus, get snuck in the club
Is we f#cking or what?
Told her I ain’t got time to be caking, she keep tryna butter me up
You would think I’m Jamaican the way I keep taking these dead n#gg#s straight to the face, on what?
I’m getting payed, still ducking the jakes, on what?
I blew brains, I’m the rate for the day, on what?
b#tch [On fonem grave, I don’t bleed that risk, n#gg#s talk sh#t, get hit in his hmm, uh, don’t live too comfortably]
Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs
I might send some of these slugs in your mail
Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can’t you tell?
I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can’t you smell what I’m-?
Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
How you couldn’t tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil’ hitter
My shorty said, “Gang, I’m ready, just got through blicking”, I f#ck around, hit ’em
I said, “Go spin that b#tch again, make sure his #ss all hit up”
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