Paper Route

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