1017 Paper Route

[Intro: Z Money & Key Glock] Shawty Paid What up, Glock? (Lil Mexico, ayy yo, Mexico, uh huh) Know how the fuck we comin', nigga Glizzock Baow, baow, baow Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 1-0-1-7 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Paper Route business Yeah, yeah, yeah Paper Route shit [Verse: Key Glock & Z Money] I pull up AMG with Z, we two stray dogs straight off the leash Diamond baguettes cover me, these chains here cost a couple keys Young nigga, I’m sucker free, but you know I blow cash with ease This bitch said she can't stand me, so I told her to take a seat Yeah, get rich every week If I was a football player, on the field with double Z cleats I'm the type of nigga, the Forgis up on the whole fleet Five percent tint slidin’ out that Jeep, Louis V print, 700 for a tee Walk in the club, got the heat on me Fire until you score, if you tweak, get sweeped Got your baby mama in the suite with me Nigga, ain't shit sweet, nigga, know how it be New watch, big rocks to match my piece Uh, I got the guap like your girl on tree, yeah New drop top, left the lot, pipe scream Nigga, fuck you, man, I been doin' my thing Amiri Jeans stickin', wasted four hundred on lean Servin' fiends since a teen, I'm a drug dealing king Hit wifey up, get a dope ass ring Got a real low price, get me richer than a thief Niggas tryna act like they all tough, already know they sing One fuck up, get they ass snatched up, now they tellin' everything You got me F'd up, Fendi down to the feet, uh Yup, yup, I can sell sand on a beach, uh Two hundred fifty thousand on a two seat, yup Two hundred fifty thousand when I speak, uh Killin’ these niggas, I’m a young Grim Reaper I'm trappin’ so hard, might bring back a beeper I just got a new K, kickin' like FIFA Whole gang got drums just like the Beatles Came off flee, my Desert Eagle Real good dope, it clog your needle Put the SIG on his ass when I see him Hundred bands, ton of gas landin' in the PM He a lil' bitch, got his bitch in my DM Got a lot of killers on my list so free them Hundred in this blick, cross up, I ain’t gonna miss Jubilee wrist, got me goin' to another lick (Z Money)