Paper Route Lyrics

I done made a quarter Infant got a quarter

Butta blew a quarter we be outta order

Outside wit some jits when I be out in Florida

If I didn't make ten thousand plus then I won't roll up

Recognize him, hop out, up the Glock now that's a Facebook

Gang said he ain't have a telegram I told him make one

Said he sippin Tuss I seen that nigga sippin DayQuil

Yeah I'm young and turnt I'm wit them niggas getting paid foreal

That's yo homie, been around for years but he ain't getting paper

Cause he got too much pride or way too shy to even say sum

But if that was my dawg I wouldn't ask I would just make him

It ain't your fault we from the dirt so you ain't used to this

17 but I ain't new to this I'm true to this

I passed on 24 carat gold like I'm in Buddhism

It ain't really nothing

Bitches make assumptions

Garbage man, I'm dumping

Shit on niggas, flush it

Bottom side ballin but it ain't June it's July

That mean it's half time make another half M goodbye

I got a meeting with Good Fellas not good guys

I can't explain it I just do it that's just why

Graduated in the streets but not in education

I didn't get to walk the stage I had to run and spray him

I done made a quarter Infant got a quarter

Butta blew a quarter we be outta order

Outside wit some jits when I be out in Florida

If I didn't make ten thousand plus then I won't roll up

Recognize him, hop out, up the Glock now that's a Facebook

Gang said he ain't have a telegram I told him make one

Said he sippin Tuss I seen that nigga sippin DayQuil

Yeah I'm young and turnt I'm wit them niggas getting paid foreal