[Intro]
You know how we rockin' and rollin', man
Straight like that
Paper Route Empire
Fuck these niggas thought it was? A game or somethin'?
Hahahaha, let's do it
[Verse 1]
My homie vice lord, but my cousin selling four
My homie vice lord, but my cousin selling four
My homie vice lord, but my cousin selling four
But me, I'm that lil' nigga with the socky selling dope (Yeah)
My gun fully loaded like my motherfuckin 'yo
You can tell I'm straight from south Memphis how I talk (South Memphis)
All this damb money got me limpin' when I walk (Woah)
I keep nothin' but pimpin' when I open up my mouth (Stupid)
I told shawty "close your eyes and open up your mouth" (Bitch)
I fucked your bitch on the floor in my trap house (Uh-huh)
Money on the floor, weed in the air
I ran outta room, so I stashed Ps in the chair
I would say you're selfish, but I don't really care (What?)
My trap stupid fresh designers all I really wear (Damn)
[Chorus]
Selling dope, fucking bitches, counting money, ducking snitches (Uh-huh)
Better watch what you say on that phone, my folks gon' come and get ya (Yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches, flexing hard and taking pictures (Yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard that she a blow sniffer (Uh-huh)
Selling dope, fucking bitches, counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say on that phone, my folks gon' come and get ya (Yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches, flexing hard and taking pictures (Yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard that she a blow sniffer (Uh-huh, it's Dolph)
[Verse 2]
2:00 AM, when I pull up at the club (Skrrt)
Nina in my Truey's got the chopper in the trunk (Grah, Paper Route Empire)
We just take pictures with the bitches, passing blunts (Yeah)
Nigga get it wrong, and we gon tear this bitch up
Set smoking on the best bud (Loud)
Drop a four in a litter, man that's what you call mud
My cliantell love me cause I always show love (Pull up)
Leaving out my trap with eighty racks all dubs (Yeah)
Lil' mama got her body like her mind and a stripper (Ho)
Yeah she fine as fuck, but she can't hold her liquor
She grabbing on my belt, buckle and beggin' me to hit her
I bent her over, play for ball on quarters back and she was a sinner
[Chorus]
Selling dope, fucking bitches, counting money, ducking snitches (Uh-huh)
Better watch what you say on that phone, my folks gon' come and get ya (Yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches, flexing hard and taking pictures (Yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard that she a blow sniffer (Uh-huh)
Selling dope, fucking bitches, counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say on that phone, my folks gon' come and get ya (Yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches, flexing hard and taking pictures (Yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard that she a blow sniffer (It's Dolph)
