"Paper Route" lyrics
DevTakeFlight Lyrics
If a nigga talk down then his ass get smacked
Me and Lil' Jay stay ridin' wit that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a rack
Bitch of the year, put his name on a plaque
I been runnin' to a bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch, I'm on a paper route and ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate, you would think he get paid
Make a nigga sprint like he runnin' at a track meet
Niggas want fame, they'll switch in a heartbeat
Tried 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 box, boy, I'm tryna bring them Tecs out
Straight headshots, 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 wit' 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 wit 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 an opp do the race
Flex a hunnid bands in a fuck nigga face
You ain't tryna make a rap, then get the fuck out the way
Finesse a goofy out his check, I can do this all day
Said he had bands but I caught him wearing Shaq's
Slide down to his crib, make him have a heart attack
Got diamonds on my chain, MCM on my back
Something like a track coach, make an opp run a lap
Give an opp fifteen like he working at Geico
Fu-fu ass chain, caught his ass wearing fake gold
Tryna find a way to success like Diego
Shoot a couple shots so you know we don't play, ho
VVS diamonds, fifty bands on my wrist
I just blew a bag, ten bands for the fit
Send some hollow tips since he thinkin' that he lit
If he oppin' on the low he gone catch a whole clip
I just made a play, 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'm winning so they try to steal the drip
He like to act tough, but he hide behind a PC
How you talkin' down but you low-key wanna be me?
The way we pop out, you would think that it's 3D
Wearing 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' wit that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a rack
Bitch of the year, put his name on a plaque
I been runnin' to a bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch, I'm on a paper route and ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate, you would think he get paid
Bitch
Me and Lil' Jay stay ridin' wit that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a rack
Bitch of the year, put his name on a plaque
I been runnin' to a bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch, I'm on a paper route and ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate, you would think he get paid
Make a nigga sprint like he runnin' at a track meet
Niggas want fame, they'll switch in a heartbeat
Tried 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 box, boy, I'm tryna bring them Tecs out
Straight headshots, 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 wit' 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 wit 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 an opp do the race
Flex a hunnid bands in a fuck nigga face
You ain't tryna make a rap, then get the fuck out the way
Finesse a goofy out his check, I can do this all day
Said he had bands but I caught him wearing Shaq's
Slide down to his crib, make him have a heart attack
Got diamonds on my chain, MCM on my back
Something like a track coach, make an opp run a lap
Give an opp fifteen like he working at Geico
Fu-fu ass chain, caught his ass wearing fake gold
Tryna find a way to success like Diego
Shoot a couple shots so you know we don't play, ho
VVS diamonds, fifty bands on my wrist
I just blew a bag, ten bands for the fit
Send some hollow tips since he thinkin' that he lit
If he oppin' on the low he gone catch a whole clip
I just made a play, 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'm winning so they try to steal the drip
He like to act tough, but he hide behind a PC
How you talkin' down but you low-key wanna be me?
The way we pop out, you would think that it's 3D
Wearing 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' wit that Mac
Gucci belt on my waist and my back cost a rack
Bitch of the year, put his name on a plaque
I been runnin' to a bag, got a nigga losin' weight
I'ma hit a lick and skip to another state
Bitch, I'm on a paper route and ain't nothin' in the way
The way a nigga hate, you would think he get paid
Bitch
