Rocket Paper Scissors by JG-Z (US) Lyrics

Another one, this be slapping
Yeah it slaps, fye
This be hitting different, hittin different
It sent me, it be sending me
It’s the beat ain’t ready for me
Uh oh let’s go

Ay bay bay, ay bay bay
Look who back again
Coming through like a hurricane
Chris back again
Wrist blue and yellow
Blue and yellow like Michigan
Hungry like a lion dog
I ain’t even lying
I say it to ya face like we FaceTiming
I stay ready ready, no tired Michelin
Not sweet but on a roll like cinnamon
Speak the truth, never fake no CNN
Tell your bitch get over here like scorpion
Stay duckin me like I play at Oregon
I been here a while
Going viral but not a trend
Here to win, never sin
Like your boy was heaven sent
Killer on the beat, diabetes
And she begging for a follow
Like pretty pretty please
They all said impossible
I still took the mission
Never switching, never surf
Never rode no wave
I took all these roads
That were dirt and one way
And now they all paved
What else I got to say?
J-G-Z man he ride or die all day
So I never sold out
Never upsold, never sold my soul
That’s a hard hard no
Stay writing these scriptures
Don’t buy art I paint pictures
Knock ya teeth out
Now you need dentures
That’s real hard
Write it down, cut the beat
Rock paper scissors