Brown Paper Bag - Chinx

Young mad nigga balling out the slums

99 problems but he ain’t one

Got it rum pum pum with me handy gun

Me rum pum pum with me handy gun

In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag

In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag

Me rum pum pum with me handy gun

Me rum pum pum with me handy gun

In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag

In a brown paper bag, brown paper bag

Me rum pum pum with me handy gun

Me rum pum pum with me handy gun

So thick can’t fold it

Neck and wrist that’s colder

Young nigga talk that game

Rip that shit then sold it

Open up the strip fast, close it

Can’t hear you with the strip talking

Bubble when it catch that flame

Bitch just whip that soda

Now we never stopping from police

Just put the product in the streets

Don’t want no war to keep the peace

Cause we known for riding with the heat

Stackhouse up in that trap house

Ten toes down, my strap out

Back against the wall, nigga lash out

Nigga can’t think with his cap out

Them birds on, got hang time

My young boys throw gang signs

Don’t fuck with no new niggas

Get crossed like them state lines

Maserati swerving, out the lobby serving

Wash that money like detergent

Snatch that rex and drop the work in

Dreamt about all of this money

Nigga done woke up and got it

Rinsing off all of these hundreds

Nigga came fresh out the projects

I’m high off that contact like canned tuna, my top back

Done found out they eat cheese so it’s glue all in my mousetraps

Got this shit, man this shit laid out

We eat and run like it’s takeout

Only way you gone come up if we stay down

They act like being a real nigga’s played out

Dunking on these hoes, jumping from that dotted line

Move work up on the stove, end of every night, I counted mine