Paradise Story, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Make your fucking money bitch

Now here it go

I just made it here

Dennis call me queer

See I been gone

Was tryna work my shift but that shit just went wrong

I got a thot

She right off the bay

Hostess be her spot

And we got glocks

Kitchen be the gang don't come in less you knock

Now let's get started

This shit all began

Back fore I was tan

Like 17

Shots hit in the spleen

These hoes think I'm mean

I was just a kid

Caught up in the mix

Shorty sucking dicks

Now that's that baywater

Man I can't believe that this is someone's daughter

But now we through

Hit the clock out Doot

"You know how it do"

I need some food

14 hours passed

Cheesesteak looking chewed

Now they put soap

In the fucking fryer this shits off the wire

I'm like damn that's the third time this week

Shit be looking bleak now here come Al

Fronting on his step

Know he make them checks

And as he walk

They all stand and stare this man be breaking necks

Aw shit

86 the food

That shit wasn't good

But here go ten

We all gonna be off we'll make it until then

But here comes Al

Had to let us have it

Said we not closing

That's the end

We all beat as fuck and this shit a straight cuck

The food is gone

Nacho struggling

Rach and Gabe are cuddling

And damn there go more people coming now we on a wait

That shit I hate

Walked out to the beach

Puffing on some cheech

They all drunk

Prolly jamming to that Captain Mike that funk

Now I feel that shot

I'm hit in the chest

But I will not rest I grab the burner

Finna poof this man

Like I'm Timmy Turner

Bobby's there

He just sit and stare

This man coming up

We eating wings

Got the sprite it's fizzy no it's not codeine

Now he up front

Talking all the shit

Boutta feel a jump

This man a fool for tryna play us out

He begin to shout

Now he get mad

Say we set him up

Now his wife got dumped

And we say damn that don't mean shit to me yo face look like a rump

So he starts swinging

Shots pop out the Glock

It get my ears ringing

I hit the office for that

Thot Bitch

She from 63rd

And her boyfriend is a snitch I know you lil crackers heard

She was capping on them fucking cameras.

Hit the hoe with jammers

I get to stepping

I don't give a fuck I got that lethal weapon

Ah shit

Now we out this bitch

These hoes acting crazy shits

She fucked on this man three times

No reason or rhyme

So now THEY through

Fuck these lame hoes Doot

This ain't how we do

We need the easy Dunkin girls Doot

Pretty in the foot

And now I'm done

This season is up

Shit was kinda funny

Now we'll call up Al and ask him if he's made his fucking money!