Paper Route

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