Paper Route (feat. Key Glock)

I'm on the route to go get me some paper

Chasing this paper gon' fuck up my route

This an empire, no game but don't play with these letters

I promise I'm taking your head

Bitch bad, I'm taking her out

Booty so big, hard to sit in my lap

Big pretty titty, let me feel it, ooh, soft as a cloud

Nut on her nose and I'm back to the trap

Hell yeah, I'm back on the route

Hoes don't go where you headed to now

Me and my choppa, I don't be with no crowd

Bro don't be with me when we on the business

If it's 'bout money, I'm bringing him 'round

Paper route business, can't sit at this round table

Table

Hey, Daddio, break this shit out

Man, my **** go back to back Maybach

Don't make me call Glock, all my **** got cash, no cow

We the ones making the game with no deal

Handsome fuck ****, they know what we 'bout

Way before rap, I had big racks for real

Two hundred P's in the middle of the South

On my grandmama, been had racks

Been turning everybody down

I wanted money, I went with the cap

They can fool y'all but I know what they 'bout

Yeah, I know 'bout these ****, they rats

Come sell your soul, come and shoot you some craps

We Illuminati, secret society

Come around here, don't be running your mouth

Paper route business, whole lotta everything

They know they ain't the ones running the town

Hit back, gang turn his smile to a frown

I wrap you up like these verses and pounds

Thirty rounds on me, I'm standing my ground

Plain Jane rose gold look like a graham cracker

Smoking our pack out the pound

These **** students, they study my gram

If I press one button, this shit can go down

If I press one button, this shit can go down

Like my drop top

He got smoked in the car, no hot box

Cuz playing with squares, no hopscotch

Free bro, he got caught with a hot Glock

Glizzock in the mouth like a cough drop

If fame getting money, I'm getting head

Pockets fat, think I need Jenny Craig

If I'm Glock opp, I'd be scared

Lord knows I had a bitch step back

And I hate **** that be lying 'bout putting in work

Made a million dollars 'fore I made a kid

I'm married to the money, baby girl, even though I might flirt

Aye, give a **** shots, no gin

I'm runnin' 'round this bitch, get my coins like a Subway Surfer

These **** cap more than lids

Me and Kenny Muney been about this money since birth

I'm on the route to go get me some paper

Chasing this paper gon' fuck up my route

This an empire, no game but don't play with these letters

I promise I'm taking your head

Bitch bad, I'm taking her out

Booty so big, hard to sit in my lap

Big pretty titty, let me feel it, ooh, soft as a cloud

Nut on her nose and I'm back to the trap

Hell yeah, I'm back on the route