Paperbag Boy Lyrics – Trippie Redd, Young Thug | NDA

Read the full Paperbag Boy lyrics by Trippie Redd and Young Thug from the album NDA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Trippie Redd’s music, you can also explore Arguments and Rubber Bands, two other songs by Trippie Redd.

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, 1400
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
I’m a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again, yeah
You gon’ die poor, that’s the way it is
You gon’ die, wh*re, that’s the way it ends, yeah
B!tch, it’s only me, I don’t need friends

I’m overly T, b!tch, I can’t comprehend

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
He talk down on me, then, he met his end
I’m capital B, I stomp a fu*king ant, yeah
Shawty, turn up, get these bands
Real s*it, don’t miss your chance
Real s*it, real s*it, real s*it (On God)
Get some real deal paper, I’m getting that bag up (Shh)
I’m a rеal deal stepper, that .50’ll blatt ya
I’m with six bad hoеs, blowing dope in the black truck, yeah
You a real deal hater with no money, man, back up

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
I’m a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again, yeah
You gon’ die poor, that’s the way it is
You gon’ die, wh*re, that’s the way it ends, yeah
B!tch, it’s only me, I don’t need friends
I’m overly T, b!tch, I can’t comprehend

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Big boss, ho, hope it never end

I go YSL belt, hat, Opium
Laying in a ball player bed, 4 P.M
I done fu*ked this ho ’cause I’m balling out the gym
Out of your league, yeah, it’s your boy, yeah
All my hoes clean, hell yeah, yeah
We don’t leave no scene, get them folks, yeah
Foot off the pedal, I’m on remote, yeah
Get it every time
She said she tired of me, but she still mine
You had his baby, can’t be my kind
She had his baby, but she still fine
Sak Pase, we in Skyami too, we should play tonight
Tryna stop me from being with you
Nothing else to say, you can tell I’m through
I’m sitting here waiting on you to be through
Picture my relationship with only you
Realize I’m duffle bag boy living now
What else did she say? Please put me down

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
I’m a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again, yeah
You gon’ die poor, that’s the way it is
You gon’ die, wh*re, that’s the way it ends, yeah
B!tch, it’s only me, I don’t need friends
I’m overly T, b!tch, I can’t comprehend