paperroute woo - abracadabra lyrics
[intro: dj akademiks & paperroute woo]
50k for terrence baker aka pre woo
paperroute woo, who was the guy who they had, uhm, 50k on his head, which by the way—
does he have hit songs or some sh+t like that?
why is there so much money on his head?
he commented, he said, imagine puttin’ money on my head an then poof, you gone
abracadabra, magic type sh+t
now i’ma be honest with you, i seen ’em sayin’ this and i was just like, i think i’m too much of a b+tch to even try to ask what’s goin’ on here
’cause i was readin’ some of the comments
you know what some of the comments are sayin’ they was sayin’ this, they said this pre woo n+gga, he was applying belt
so even though you ain’t got no big song, apparently that’s why the bounty was so high for him, i don’t know what else—
(what they say? we taking this sh+t to the moon)
uh, frrt, frrt
uh, frrt, frrt
yeah, uh, uh, uh
[chorus]
i’m in this sh+t myself, n+gga (i’m in this sh+t myself), i’m all i got (i’m all i got)
got 18k in trade right now (18k), don’t know sh+t ’bout the stock (i don’t know sh+t ’bout no stock)
don’t know what gen this is, n+gga (uh, uh), but it’s 10 milli’ on this glock (it’s 10 milli’ on this glock)
the youngest n+gga in my neighborhood (yeah), feel like fresh prince on the block (feel like fresh prince on the block)
me and cuz was talkin’ ’bout a road trip (yeah), but i look better in the drop (but i look better in the drop)
i’m one of the ones who still standin’, n+gga (yeah), i ain’t worried ’bout a flop (i ain’t worried ’bout a flop)
super clean (yeah), she ain’t even gotta tell me go to a doc’ (uh, uh)
a lot of these hoes can’t get my time (nah) ’cause i be too busy on the clock (too busy on the clock)
[interlude]
trappin’, run it up (run it)
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout (what they talkin’ ’bout?) a deed, they ain’t even worth enough (they ain’t worth nothin’)
[verse 1]
n+ggas really don’t want smoke with me (uh, uh) ’cause i can get your k!ller touched (i can get your k!ller touched)
50k on my head (what?), go get the sender, please go wipe him up (wipe that n+gga up)
k!ll him in his hood (yeah), n+gga, ’cause we don’t really think nothin’ of bruh (we don’t think nothin’ of him)
offender breaker, baguette cuts (baguette cuts), baguette cuban, baguette necks (baguette necks)
put this d+ck so good up on the b+tch (yeah), she swear she don’t care ’bout nothin’ (she swear she don’t care ’bout nothin’)
house so big, lil’ n+gga, i swear i live up on the country course (i live up on the country course)
in my hood, we strictest and the strong, don’t know nothin’ ’bout no boy (don’t know nothin’ ’bout no boy)
n+ggas goin’ in interrogation room and singin’ nothin’ but jordan (and singin’ nothin’ but jordan)
really been jumped off the porch, before i did a off the porch (yeah)
how the h+ll this n+gga the point guard of your team? he’s a f+ckin’ torch (he’s a f+ckin’ torch, big+ass n+gga)
[chorus]
i’m in this sh+t myself, n+gga (i’m in this sh+t myself), i’m all i got (i’m all i got)
got 18k in trade right now (18k), don’t know sh+t ’bout the stock (i don’t know sh+t ’bout no stock)
don’t know what gen this is, n+gga (uh, uh), but it’s 10 milli’ on this glock (it’s 10 milli’ on this glock)
the youngest n+gga in my neighborhood (yeah), feel like fresh prince on the block (feel like fresh prince on the block)
me and cuz was talkin’ ’bout a road trip (yeah), but i look better in the drop (but i look better in the drop)
i’m one of the ones who still standin’, n+gga (yeah), i ain’t worried ’bout a flop (i ain’t worried ’bout a flop)
super clean (yeah), she ain’t even gotta tell me go to a doc’ (uh, uh)
a lot of these hoes can’t get my time (nah) ’cause i be too busy on the clock (too busy on the clock)
[interlude]
look me in my eyes, i smirk at people (i smirk at people)
can’t put fear up in my heart, this glock, it murder people (yeah, it murder people)
[verse 2]
long live flippa (yeah), for that body, n+gga, we still murder people (yeah, we still murder people)
arp the small come+back joint (small come+back), i’ma hurt them people (i’ma hurt them people)
n+gga so d+mn police (yeah), please, take it back to chirps and beepers (chirps and beepers)
certified libra, i’m a certified crip (certified crip)
n+gga, i’ll f+ck your baby mama (uh) and buy all your lil’ girls sneakers (all your lil’ girls sneakers)
gucci bag cost me 2k (cost me 2k), i ain’t get it from them people (get it from the people)
i took that sh+t to trial and i beat it, n+gga (yeah), ’cause i ain’t no f+ckin’ pleaser (i ain’t no f+ckin’ pleaser)
one of my lawyers is a city boy (city boy) and one of ’em a jew (a jew), i believe in them people (i believe in ’em)
i cop jays like they was bags of chips (yeah), man, this sh+t here too easy (this sh+t here too easy)
ayy, free my best friend up out that jam (yeah), he still be callin’ me too easy (he still be callin’ me too easy)
[chorus]
i’m in this sh+t myself, n+gga (i’m in it myself), i’m all i got (i’m all i got)
got 18k in trade right now (18k), don’t know sh+t ’bout the stock (i don’t know sh+t ’bout no stock)
don’t know what gen this is, n+gga (uh, uh), but it’s 10 milli’ on this glock (it’s 10 milli’ on this glock)
the youngest n+gga in my neighborhood (yeah), feel like fresh prince on the block (feel like fresh prince on the block)
me and cuz was talkin’ ’bout a road trip (yeah), but i look better in the drop (but i look better in the drop)
i’m one of the ones who still standin’, n+gga (yeah), i ain’t worried ’bout a flop (i ain’t worried ’bout a flop)
super clean (yeah), she ain’t even gotta tell me go to a doc’ (uh, uh)
a lot of these hoes can’t get my time (nah) ’cause i be too busy on the clock (too busy on the clock)
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