Paper Route

[Intro: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]

Yeah

(Aimonmyneck at it again)

Paper Route business

Long live Flippa (Ayo, Shotto, turn that shit up)

No lil' boys here (Yeah)

[Chorus: Kenny Muney]

I'm on the route to go get me some paper

Chasin' this paper don't fuck up my route (Uh-uh)

This an empire, no game, but go'n play with these letters, I promise I'm takin' your— shh

Yeah, bitch bad, I'm takin' her out (Yeah)

Booty so big, hard to sit in my lap (Yeah)

Big pretty titties, let me feel 'em, 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 routе (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]

I was on go, where you hеaded to now? (Skrrt)

Me and my chopper, I don't be with no crowd

Bro 'nem be with me when we on the business

If it's 'bout money, then I'm bringin' 'em 'round

Paper Route business, can't sit at this round (Table), table (Ayy)

Ayy, daddio, break this shit out (Ayy, break down)

Me and my nigga go back-to-back Maybachs, don't make me call Glock, all my niggas got cash, no cow (Yeah)

We the ones been through the game with no deal (Yup)

Handsome fuck niggas, they know what we 'bout (Yup)

Way before rap, I had big racks for real (Big racks)

Two hundred P's in the middle of the South

On my grandmama, been had racks, been turnin' everybody down

I wanted money, I wasn't 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 everything (Yeah)

They know they ain't the ones runnin' the town (Mob)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]

Get-back gang, turn his smile to a frown (Yup)

I wrap you up like these verses and pounds

Thirty rounds on me, I'm standin' my ground

Plain jane rose gold, look like a graham cracker (Yeah)

Smokin' opp pack out the pound (Opp pack)

These niggas students, they study my 'Gram

If I press one button, that shit can go down

If I press one button, that shit can go down (Yeah)

Like my drop top (Skrrt)

He got smoked in the car, no hot box

Cuz playin' with squares, no hopscotch

Free bro, he got caught with a hot Glock (Yeah)

Glizock in her mouth like a cough drop (Glizock)

If I ain't gettin' money, I'm gettin' head (Yeah)

Pockets fat, think I need Jenny Craig (Jenny Craig)

If I'm Glock opp, I'd be scared (Scared, yeah)

Lord knows I hate a bitch that beg (Yeah)

And I hate niggas that be lyin' 'bout puttin' in work

Made a million dollars 'fore I made a kid (Yeah)

I'm married to the money, baby girl, even though I might flirt (Ayy)

Give a nigga shots, no Gen

I run around this bitch, get my coins like a Subway Surfer (Ayy)

These niggas cap more than Lids (Cap)

Me and Kenny Muney been about this money since birth

[Bridge: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]

5L (You dig?)

[Chorus: Kenny Muney]

I'm on the route to go get me some paper

Chasin' this paper don't fuck up my route (Uh-uh)

This an empire, no game, but go'n play with these letters, I promise I'm takin' your—

Yeah, bitch bad, I'm takin' her out (Yeah)

Booty so big, hard to sit in my lap (Yeah)

Big pretty titties, let me feel 'em, 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)

[Outro: Kenny Muney]

Yeah, Paper Route business, nigga

The only business

And sleepin' good, what you say, my nigga? Fuck 'em

Fuck everybody, fuck all them niggas

Long live Flippa

With us or against us

Nah, you against us, you can't get with us, nigga