kdbands - paper chase lyrics
[kd intro]
ayeeee, in the sky, looking fly, kdbands
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
[cold intro]
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
yah yah yah, yahhh yah yah yahhh
[kd verse]
ay, kd like a dream, pull up with the team
got that beam, turn it up a sec
shoutout to the blessed, you can’t be the best, till you see the rest
when you see the mess, don’t be stressed, looking like a jest, get the sh-t on gucci, well dressed
[verse 2]
always gon be fly, chasing from the sky
looking like a b-tterfly, wifey really fine
sipping on some wine
life hanging by a vine, woke up to cloud nine
getting this sh-t online, packing it all on time
[verse 3]
and i’m still getting bread, have it on the swipes instead
but you should know, i don’t play with heads
give a sign and you dropping dead
pull up theres the thread, don’t got no beef, why don’t yall go ahead
while im chasing more than checks, yall get mislead, get upset, valid brodi on the set
[verse 4]
yah keeping the sh-t for the real
putting it on like a deal
shorty is making me spiel
get in the automobile
excited, no hands on the wheel
counting these bands up
put up them hands up
dreamz gang, hit you like boomerang
[hook]
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plaaate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plaate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plaate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
[cold mateyo verse]
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
you tried to join the wave lame boy, yeah you late
wishi washi yeah i seen you fold, you so fake
i’m grinding for the solo win that w, first place
i didn’t hit a l!ck, i didn’t have to do no race, but i’m still moving calm on a steady paper chase
i love to see some hunnids on a money run
if you got a couple dollars we can have some fun
catch me lacking in the stuy chilling with my sons
calm sh-t f-ck up my conscious, i’m nauseous
lotta snakes all around me, gotta keep cautious
keys up on my belt, open doors like a locksmith
we are not the same we so opposite
working day and night lissa grind in the office, you never catch me slipping boy you off it
i can’t f-ck with y’all, y’all toxic, y’all the type of n-ggas never drop sh-t, talk sh-t but never wanna pop sh-t
chef it up i don’t do beef, i just chop sh-t
money cooking up, pick it up with some chopsticks
we the type of n-ggas, go and cop sh-t
[outro]
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
we paper chasing, steak up on our plate
yeah i need it now, hurry up don’t be late
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