Paper Route
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If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
Me and Lil' Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
Make a nigga sprint like he run at a track meet
Niggas want fame they'll switch in a heartbeat
Try to catch me lackin' but you know I keep dumb heat
Choppa solve a problem like it's working on a worksheet
Pull up to his house, choppa leave a nigga stretched out
I ain't tryna boss, boy, I'm tryna bring them Tecs out
Straight heads shots, dumb nigga put that vest down
Hyped his head up now he thinkin' he the best now
Heat his body up while he talkin' on the payphone
Hunnid round drum and it came with a Draco
One false move I'ma run for his pesos
Glock wasn't on me so I had to let the K blow
I ain't tryna beef, I'm just tryna get paid
I'ma bring the stick out like a nigga with a cane
He actin' tough for the net, fifty shots to his brain
Flexin' on the gram, I'ma snatch a nigga chain
Pull up on the block make a opp do the race
Flex a hundred bands in a fuck nigga face
You ain't tryna make a rap, then get the fuck out the way
Finesse a goofy at a check I can do this all day
Said he had bands but I caught him wearin' Shaqs
Slide down to his crib, make him have a heart attack
Got diamonds on my chain and MCM on my back
Somethin' like a track coach, make a opp run a lap
Give an opp fifteen like he's workin' at Geico
Fu-fu ass chain, caught his ass wearin' fake gold
Tryna find a way to success like Diego
Shoot a couple shots so you know we don't play, hoe
VVS diamonds, fifty bands on my wrist
I just blew a bag, ten bands for the fit
Send some hallow tips since he thinkin' that he lit
If he oppin' on the low he gon' catch the whole clip
I just made a plate, I be ballin' like the Knicks
Choppa hit his body make a nigga do a flip
I be gettin' to the guap, I be stackin' blue chips
Niggas see I winnin' so they try to steal the drip
He like to act touch but he hide behind a PC
How you talkin' down but you lowkey wanna be me
The way I pop out you would think that it's 3D
Wearin' all black, masked up you can't see me
If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
Me and Lil Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
Bitch
Me and Lil' Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
Make a nigga sprint like he run at a track meet
Niggas want fame they'll switch in a heartbeat
Try to catch me lackin' but you know I keep dumb heat
Choppa solve a problem like it's working on a worksheet
Pull up to his house, choppa leave a nigga stretched out
I ain't tryna boss, boy, I'm tryna bring them Tecs out
Straight heads shots, dumb nigga put that vest down
Hyped his head up now he thinkin' he the best now
Heat his body up while he talkin' on the payphone
Hunnid round drum and it came with a Draco
One false move I'ma run for his pesos
Glock wasn't on me so I had to let the K blow
I ain't tryna beef, I'm just tryna get paid
I'ma bring the stick out like a nigga with a cane
He actin' tough for the net, fifty shots to his brain
Flexin' on the gram, I'ma snatch a nigga chain
Pull up on the block make a opp do the race
Flex a hundred bands in a fuck nigga face
You ain't tryna make a rap, then get the fuck out the way
Finesse a goofy at a check I can do this all day
Said he had bands but I caught him wearin' Shaqs
Slide down to his crib, make him have a heart attack
Got diamonds on my chain and MCM on my back
Somethin' like a track coach, make a opp run a lap
Give an opp fifteen like he's workin' at Geico
Fu-fu ass chain, caught his ass wearin' fake gold
Tryna find a way to success like Diego
Shoot a couple shots so you know we don't play, hoe
VVS diamonds, fifty bands on my wrist
I just blew a bag, ten bands for the fit
Send some hallow tips since he thinkin' that he lit
If he oppin' on the low he gon' catch the whole clip
I just made a plate, I be ballin' like the Knicks
Choppa hit his body make a nigga do a flip
I be gettin' to the guap, I be stackin' blue chips
Niggas see I winnin' so they try to steal the drip
He like to act touch but he hide behind a PC
How you talkin' down but you lowkey wanna be me
The way I pop out you would think that it's 3D
Wearin' all black, masked up you can't see me
If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
Me and Lil Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
Bitch
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.92] If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
[00:09.73] Me and Lil' Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
[00:11.72] Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
[00:13.43] Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
[00:15.41] I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
[00:17.54] I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
[00:19.08] Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
[00:21.21] The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
[00:23.28] Make a nigga sprint like he run at a track meet
[00:25.29] Niggas want fame they'll switch in a heartbeat
[00:27.26] Try to catch me lackin' but you know I keep dumb heat
[00:28.94] Choppa solve a problem like it's working on a worksheet
[00:30.99] Pull up to his house, choppa leave a nigga stretched out
[00:32.95] I ain't tryna boss, boy, I'm tryna bring them Tecs out
[00:34.91] Straight heads shots, dumb nigga put that vest down
[00:36.90] Hyped his head up now he thinkin' he the best now
[00:38.86] Heat his body up while he talkin' on the payphone
[00:40.53] Hunnid round drum and it came with a Draco
[00:42.53] One false move I'ma run for his pesos
[00:44.54] Glock wasn't on me so I had to let the K blow
[00:46.39] I ain't tryna beef, I'm just tryna get paid
[00:48.34] I'ma bring the stick out like a nigga with a cane
[00:50.08] He actin' tough for the net, fifty shots to his brain
[00:52.05] Flexin' on the gram, I'ma snatch a nigga chain
[00:54.05] Pull up on the block make a opp do the race
[00:56.09] Flex a hundred bands in a fuck nigga face
[00:57.89] You ain't tryna make a rap, then get the fuck out the way
[00:59.66] Finesse a goofy at a check I can do this all day
[01:01.55] Said he had bands but I caught him wearin' Shaqs
[01:03.31] Slide down to his crib, make him have a heart attack
[01:05.33] Got diamonds on my chain and MCM on my back
[01:07.37] Somethin' like a track coach, make a opp run a lap
[01:09.35] Give an opp fifteen like he's workin' at Geico
[01:11.35] Fu-fu ass chain, caught his ass wearin' fake gold
[01:13.31] Tryna find a way to success like Diego
[01:15.07] Shoot a couple shots so you know we don't play, hoe
[01:17.00] VVS diamonds, fifty bands on my wrist
[01:19.10] I just blew a bag, ten bands for the fit
[01:20.87] Send some hallow tips since he thinkin' that he lit
[01:22.68] If he oppin' on the low he gon' catch the whole clip
[01:24.68] I just made a plate, I be ballin' like the Knicks
[01:26.63] Choppa hit his body make a nigga do a flip
[01:28.33] I be gettin' to the guap, I be stackin' blue chips
[01:30.38] Niggas see I winnin' so they try to steal the drip
[01:32.36] He like to act touch but he hide behind a PC
[01:34.35] How you talkin' down but you lowkey wanna be me
[01:36.07] The way I pop out you would think that it's 3D
[01:38.42] Wearin' all black, masked up you can't see me
[01:40.17] If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
[01:42.19] Me and Lil Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
[01:43.96] Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
[01:45.65] Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
[01:47.64] I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
[01:49.74] I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
[01:51.40] Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
[01:53.48] The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
[01:55.64] Bitch
[01:56.09]
[00:09.73] Me and Lil' Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
[00:11.72] Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
[00:13.43] Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
[00:15.41] I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
[00:17.54] I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
[00:19.08] Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
[00:21.21] The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
[00:23.28] Make a nigga sprint like he run at a track meet
[00:25.29] Niggas want fame they'll switch in a heartbeat
[00:27.26] Try to catch me lackin' but you know I keep dumb heat
[00:28.94] Choppa solve a problem like it's working on a worksheet
[00:30.99] Pull up to his house, choppa leave a nigga stretched out
[00:32.95] I ain't tryna boss, boy, I'm tryna bring them Tecs out
[00:34.91] Straight heads shots, dumb nigga put that vest down
[00:36.90] Hyped his head up now he thinkin' he the best now
[00:38.86] Heat his body up while he talkin' on the payphone
[00:40.53] Hunnid round drum and it came with a Draco
[00:42.53] One false move I'ma run for his pesos
[00:44.54] Glock wasn't on me so I had to let the K blow
[00:46.39] I ain't tryna beef, I'm just tryna get paid
[00:48.34] I'ma bring the stick out like a nigga with a cane
[00:50.08] He actin' tough for the net, fifty shots to his brain
[00:52.05] Flexin' on the gram, I'ma snatch a nigga chain
[00:54.05] Pull up on the block make a opp do the race
[00:56.09] Flex a hundred bands in a fuck nigga face
[00:57.89] You ain't tryna make a rap, then get the fuck out the way
[00:59.66] Finesse a goofy at a check I can do this all day
[01:01.55] Said he had bands but I caught him wearin' Shaqs
[01:03.31] Slide down to his crib, make him have a heart attack
[01:05.33] Got diamonds on my chain and MCM on my back
[01:07.37] Somethin' like a track coach, make a opp run a lap
[01:09.35] Give an opp fifteen like he's workin' at Geico
[01:11.35] Fu-fu ass chain, caught his ass wearin' fake gold
[01:13.31] Tryna find a way to success like Diego
[01:15.07] Shoot a couple shots so you know we don't play, hoe
[01:17.00] VVS diamonds, fifty bands on my wrist
[01:19.10] I just blew a bag, ten bands for the fit
[01:20.87] Send some hallow tips since he thinkin' that he lit
[01:22.68] If he oppin' on the low he gon' catch the whole clip
[01:24.68] I just made a plate, I be ballin' like the Knicks
[01:26.63] Choppa hit his body make a nigga do a flip
[01:28.33] I be gettin' to the guap, I be stackin' blue chips
[01:30.38] Niggas see I winnin' so they try to steal the drip
[01:32.36] He like to act touch but he hide behind a PC
[01:34.35] How you talkin' down but you lowkey wanna be me
[01:36.07] The way I pop out you would think that it's 3D
[01:38.42] Wearin' all black, masked up you can't see me
[01:40.17] If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
[01:42.19] Me and Lil Jay stay ridin' with that Mac
[01:43.96] Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a racked
[01:45.65] Bitch of the year, put his name on the plaque
[01:47.64] I've been running to the bag, got a nigga losin' weight
[01:49.74] I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
[01:51.40] Bitch I'm on a paper route, ain't nothin' in the way
[01:53.48] The way a nigga hate you would think he get paid
[01:55.64] Bitch
[01:56.09]