Paper Route (Explicit) - Kenny Muney/Key Glock
Lyrics by：Kenny Muney/Key Glock
Composed by：Kenny Muney/Key Glock
Produced by：Aimonmyneck/Callmeshotto
Yeah
Aimonmyneck at it again
Paper Route business
Long live Flippa
Ayo Shotto turn that **** up
Tell them lil' boys that yeah
I'm on the route to go get me some paper
Shew shew
Chasin' this paper gon'
**** up my route shew shew uh uh
This an empire no game
But don't play with these letters
I promise I'm takin' your
Shh fah
Yeah ***** bad I'm takin' her out yeah
Booty so big hard to sit in my lap yeah
Big pretty titties let me feel it
Ooh soft as a cloud
Nut on her nose
Then I'm back to the trap
I'm gone
Hell yeah I'm back on the route
Let's go
I was on go where you headed to now
Skrrt
Me and my chopper don't be with no crowd
Bro don't be with me
When we on the business
If this 'bout money
I'm bringin' 'em 'round 'round
Paper Route business
Can't sit at this round
Table table ayy
Hey Daddio break this **** out
Ayy break out
Man my niggas go back to back Maybach
Don't make me call Glock
All my niggas got cash no cow yeah
We the ones made it in the game
With no deal yeah
Handsome **** niggas
They know what we 'bout yeah
Way before rap I had big racks
For real big racks
200 P's in the middle of the South phew
On my grandma we been had racks
Been turnin' everybody down
I wanted money I won with the cap
They can fool y'all
But I know what they 'bout yeah
Yeah I ain't nothin'
Like these niggas that rap
Come sell your soul
Come and shoot you some craps
We Illuminati secret society
Come around here
Don't be runnin' your mouth
Shh don't do it
Paper Route business
Whole lotta e'rything yeah
They know they ain't the ones
Runnin' the town
Fah mob
Get back gang
Turn his smile to a frown yeah
I wrap you up like these
Verses and pounds pounds
30 rounds on me
I'm standin' my ground
Fah yeah
Plain Jane rose gold look like a gram
Glock yeah
Smokin' opp pack out the pound
Opp pack
These niggas students
They study my 'gram yeah Glock
If I press one button
That **** can go down
If I press one button
That **** can go down yeah
Like my drop top skrrt
He got smoked in the car
No hot box
'Cuz playin' with squares
No hopscotch phew
Free bro he got caught
With a hot Glock yeah
Glizock in her mouth like
A cough drop Glizock yeah
If I ain't gettin' money
I'm gettin' head yeah
Pockets fat
Think I need Jenny Craig
Jenny Craig yeah
If I'm Glock opp I'd be scared
Be scarred yeah
Lord knows I had
A ***** that bad yeah
And I hate niggas that be lyin'
About puttin' in work
Made a million dollars
'Fore I made a kid
I married to the money
And baby girl
Even though I might flirt ayy
Give a nigga shots no gin
I run around this *****
Get my coins like a Subway Surfer
These niggas cap more than lids cap
Me and Kenny Muney been
About this money since birth
Muney got 'em
5L you dig?
I'm on the route to go
Get me some paper
Chasin' this paper gon'
**** up my route uh-huh
This an empire no game
But don't play with these letters
I promise I'm takin' your
Yeah ***** bad
I'm takin' her out yeah
Booty so big
Hard to sit in my lap yeah
Big pretty titties
Let me feel it
Ooh soft as a cloud
Nut on her nose
Then I'm back to the trap
I'm gone
Hell yeah I'm back on the route
I'm back on the route
Yeah Paper Route business nigga
The only business
Ain't sleepin' 'cuz
What you say my nigga?
**** 'em
**** e'rybody **** all them niggas
Long live Flippa
With us or against us
Nah you against us
You can't get with us nigga
