Paper Route Lyrics

Sipping on this high tech ya my cup be red my pockets blue

Call me up a eater from the south side an she coming through

If she try to spend the night I hit the breeze I feel like drew

Wanna come an get a bag little baby gotta fuck the crew

This shit ain't been new to us we moving on a paper route

Run up in your trap we grab it all we finna clean em out

Lined up by a bitch your ass so stupid he be fiendin' out

Pillow talking that's that sucka shit y'all Eatin cemen now

Fucked up on this one bitch ya that little hoe look like Jayda Wayda

You ain't showing love to me you dead to me you just a hater

Zaza shit be punchin in my lungs shit punch like Joe frazier

An we pouring up that nineteen forty-two said we ain't fuck wit yager

Put my phone on DND don't like to be disturbed

Said I only fucked her one time and i put her on the curb

If we talking bout some motion then I'm sayin what's the word

An I only fuck with bad bitches ion fuck with birds

I been grindin for my spot ya they hate to see me blowing up

Mix the henny with the casamigos got me throwing up

Fuck around an pop an adderall this shit be going up

I'm sorry mama ya your baby boy been really growing up

Forgive me for my sins I be feeling like the devil

I be riding through my city I be clutching on my metal

When I hop up in that six speed ima step up on the pedal

I'm the king up in this shit got me feeling like torreto

Ya we movin really fast we movin furious

Lil bitch see the print up on my pants she getting curious

Fuck up out my face I told her that she sound delirious

She keep on blowing up my phone I ask her is she serious

Can't be caught loufin' or be outside with a groupie

She told me that she love me ya I swear it really blew me

Ion really fuck wit feelings give a fuck I tell her sue me

It's aight since a youngin ya my heart been looking gloomy

You fuck around wit them fuck arounds you fuck around you gon find out

Ride around with a hunnit pack in a duffel bag I'm gon ride out

Mini drac with a cooling kit an a green beam no hide out

Call my little bro know he gonna pull up know he gonna slide out

(You know he gon slide out)

(You know we gon ride out)

(You know we won't hide out)

(You know we gon wild out)

(Don't fuck around)

(You fuck around gon find out)

(Alright)

Sipping on this high tech ya my cup be red my pockets blue

Call me up a eater from the south side an she coming through

If she try to spend the night I hit the breeze I feel like drew

Wanna come an get a bag little baby gotta fuck the crew

This shit ain't been new to us we moving on a paper route

Run up in your trap we grab it all we finna clean em out

Lined up by a bitch your ass so stupid he be fiendin' out

Pillow talking that's that sucka shit y'all Eatin cemen now

Gotta fuck the crew

Said lil baby gotta fuck the crew

Baby girl you Comin through

You know You gotta fuck the crew