Blunt To the Face
Aye
It's Paper Route
Yeah
Bitch I keep a gun on my waist take a blunt to the face
I'm gone out of space
Got a shell
Roll up
I keep a gun on my waist, take a blunt to the face
Rocket fuel, I'm gone out of space
I just fell out with my bae
Put my feelings away
Ian tripping I'm tryna get paid
They wanna hate on a nigga
Talk down on a nigga
Mane fuck them I don't care what they say
Ima go get me some money by any means
I don't give a fuck if I ain't graduate
I had to get me a check
And then step on they neck
Ima crash like we had a wreck
I put that shit on the set
We gone come for yo neck
If you ever try to disrespect
Bullets gone rip through yo flesh
And it's gone leave a mess
Then we gone and on to the next
I act a donkey when I drink the lean
The green
And then I just roll up a shrek
I hit the gas and I get on my level
I hang with trappers and robbers and steppas
Lil roe the shit it ain't nothing you can tell em
He say he gone rob me
You think ima let em
You won't get that far
Boy I swear ima catch ya
Fuck nigga tryna finesse a finesser
Whenever whoever
Applying that pressure
Paper Route Roe that's a certified stepper
(On Blood)
I told that lil bitch come and join the movement
You see that gun on my hip ima shoot it
He got a gun and don't know how to use it
I put that sack in his life he couldn't move it
I fucked that bitch cause that bitch got a booty
I fuck that bitch cause That bitch was a cutie
Watch how I turn up on em with the music
I hit the trap with the sack and abuse it
We hit yo block with a hundred and skrt off
God soldier on my chest got my shirt off
Ever since they kilt boo boo Ian put my gun down
It is what it is and fuck out how it turn out
I fell inlove with a hoe it didn't work out
Got over that shit I ain't hurt now
Raymon usher in my gun let it burn out
Bitch better shut up before it get shut down
I keep a gun on my waist, take a blunt to the face
Rocket fuel, I'm gone out of space
I just fell out with my bae
Put my feelings away
Ian tripping I'm tryna get paid
They wanna hate on a nigga
Talk down on a nigga
Mane fuck them I don't care what they say
Ima go get me some money by any means
I don't give a fuck if I ain't graduate
Bitch
Yeah
Paper Route
Bitch
It's Paper Route
Yeah
Bitch I keep a gun on my waist take a blunt to the face
I'm gone out of space
Got a shell
Roll up
I keep a gun on my waist, take a blunt to the face
Rocket fuel, I'm gone out of space
I just fell out with my bae
Put my feelings away
Ian tripping I'm tryna get paid
They wanna hate on a nigga
Talk down on a nigga
Mane fuck them I don't care what they say
Ima go get me some money by any means
I don't give a fuck if I ain't graduate
I had to get me a check
And then step on they neck
Ima crash like we had a wreck
I put that shit on the set
We gone come for yo neck
If you ever try to disrespect
Bullets gone rip through yo flesh
And it's gone leave a mess
Then we gone and on to the next
I act a donkey when I drink the lean
The green
And then I just roll up a shrek
I hit the gas and I get on my level
I hang with trappers and robbers and steppas
Lil roe the shit it ain't nothing you can tell em
He say he gone rob me
You think ima let em
You won't get that far
Boy I swear ima catch ya
Fuck nigga tryna finesse a finesser
Whenever whoever
Applying that pressure
Paper Route Roe that's a certified stepper
(On Blood)
I told that lil bitch come and join the movement
You see that gun on my hip ima shoot it
He got a gun and don't know how to use it
I put that sack in his life he couldn't move it
I fucked that bitch cause that bitch got a booty
I fuck that bitch cause That bitch was a cutie
Watch how I turn up on em with the music
I hit the trap with the sack and abuse it
We hit yo block with a hundred and skrt off
God soldier on my chest got my shirt off
Ever since they kilt boo boo Ian put my gun down
It is what it is and fuck out how it turn out
I fell inlove with a hoe it didn't work out
Got over that shit I ain't hurt now
Raymon usher in my gun let it burn out
Bitch better shut up before it get shut down
I keep a gun on my waist, take a blunt to the face
Rocket fuel, I'm gone out of space
I just fell out with my bae
Put my feelings away
Ian tripping I'm tryna get paid
They wanna hate on a nigga
Talk down on a nigga
Mane fuck them I don't care what they say
Ima go get me some money by any means
I don't give a fuck if I ain't graduate
Bitch
Yeah
Paper Route
Bitch
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Writer(s): Monroe Powers
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