Paper Route Campaign lyrics

[Intro]
The hottest n*gga in the city homie. Paper Route Entertainment. Young Dolph *uh*
Yeah. Look. *puff* Paper Route Campaign *uh huh* Young Dolph (Yeah)
What's up to all my real n*ggas out there (What's happenin'?)
East Coast, West Coast, Down Bottom (Yeah) everywhere (Yeah)
It's your boy
sh*t, they been waitin' all night long sayin' the streets done elected (yeah) I'm here. It's election time ya dig? ([?] your boy)
Young Dolph. The realist n*gga in it *uh*

[Verse 1]
These b*tches make me sick. This money make me come (Come)
These b*tches on my di*k, so I f*ck 'em just for fun (Fun)
She say she love my swag and (Look) can't believe I'm that young (sh*t)
I ain't even f*cked 'er and she already sprung
Smokin' Master Kush (Kush), drinkin' Chandon (Don)
Never had a job, where all that money come from?
Trap all day, and spent it all on guns (Them shots)
I go and get that bomb and tax n*ggas like Uncle Tom (That's right)(yeah)
They call me Young Dolph (Dolph)
I'm paid and I'm young (Young)
I'm young and I'm paid, keep a fresh tapered fade (Fade)
Ridin' low-key, runner while I'm doin' dirt (Dirt)
I ain't never off, I always got *uh* work

[Bridge]
What up Murda? (Yeah)
Lil' Chip? (Yeah)
Lil' T
FATBOI (I see ya)
Lil' Cris ([?])
[?]
Carly *uh huh*
What up with it?
The whole goddamn fam' up there in the motherf*ckin' [?] n*gga. Y'all know what it do n*gga
It's time to get ready to count this butter up, ya dig? (holla at your boy)
Lil' Cris, give ya boy a lighter (I need a lighter)
It's Fatboi, roll it up *puff*
They know what it is
Smoke somethin' b*tch
[Verse 2]
Stepped up in the spot smellin' just like a pound of hash
Hood b*tches love a n*gga, they say I got stupid swag
Twenty thou', all twenties cash (Cash) in that Gucci bag
Tell your n*gga to stop callin' my phone, 'fore I shoot his ass (Yeah)
Smoke nothin' but kush, I'm burnt out on the purp
Keep fruity flavors, call me young starburst *uh*
We was smoking Train Wreck back in '03 (Three)
Fast forward '08, we smokin' OG (Gangster)
State to state, n*gga we burn kush like Newports *uh*
Dolph from south Memphis, but I got n*ggas in New York (Yeah)
Stupid money, loud money, I don't f*ck around money (Money)
Shout out to all my gangstas in the Chi', in the wild 100s (Yeah) *puff*

[Bridge 2]
You know what it is *uh*
Check this sh*t out *puff*
I'm on a motherf*ckin' plane the other day homie (Real talk)
*flying plane noise* I look out the window
Like goddamn we in the air high as a motherf*cker (Damn, yeah)
When I'm full of that Keisha, ya know (Full of it)
Ya dig? (Zooted)
Like I'm higher than a goddamn plane n*gga *laughing*
I'm high as a motherf*cker (Motherf*cker) *laughing*
Dolph (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Model b*tches, hood b*tches, I done had 'em all (For real)
But, tell me why my old b*tch don't never wear no drawers? (For real)
But matter of fact my young b*tch don't never wear 'em either (For real)
I'm just thinkin' out loud, rolling up this reefer (This reefer)
17, I had them n*ggas callin' placin' orders (Orders)
The first b*tch I hit in the car was the Sheriff's daughter (Yeah)
On everything I love I forget that girl's name
But on everything I love, ma, I ain't forgot your brain (Hell nah)
That n*gga just started rappin', his life like a movie
Who the f*ck that n*gga think he is with all of them groupies? (Dolph)
If it ain't potent, then it ain't Dolph sh*t
Just because you've seen me with her, that don't mean it's Dolph b*tch (It ain't mean that's my b*tch) *mhm*

[Outro]
Ya dig? (No)
She ain't mine
Young Dolph. Paper Route Entertainment
Paper Route boys (Yeah)
Skrilla squad, what it do?
South Memphis cash state, that's my hood n*gga
What happenin'? (What it do?)
Ya dig? The realist n*gga in this motherf*cker n*gga *uh huh*
Whole nine, that sh*t mine *pfft*
It's a rap (Yeah)
You fake rap n*ggas out here kickin' that sh*t n*gga, you n*ggas ain't livin' n*gga (Yeah)
These ho's know n*gga, these real n*ggas know n*gga (Young Dolph)
We know what it is (Holla at your boy)
Holla at your boy!
Dolph *puffing*