PaperRoute lyrics

Trapstar, 666 pus*y n*gga
Lil 8 don't do functions
I'm not tryna kick it with em
I got racks and gang got racks
Like I'm playing tennis with em
Just cause you count digits with em
Don't mean that's your brother or your dog
Cause they dog n*ggas out
When that paper with that convo bout
Ugh
Gotta keep a Glock I'm on that paper route
R-R-R-R-I-P Young Dolph like I'm paper route
E-N-T, E-M-TY that chopper knock his dreadlocks out
E-M-T, pick him off the ground when we gun him down

Lil eight don't do functions
I'm not tryna kick it with em
I got racks and gang got racks
Like I'm playing tennis with em
Just cause you count digits with em
Don't mean that's your brother or your dog
Cause they dog n*ggas out
When that paper with that convo bout
Ugh
Gotta keep a Glock I'm on that paper route
R-R-R-R-I-P Young Dolph like I'm paper route
E-N-T, E-M-TY that chopper knock his dreadlocks out
E-M-T, pick him off the ground when we gun him down
Ugh
Lil b*tch what is you talking bout
Yes I am NB I get that green just like a Brussels sprout
Pull up like Austin Reeves, AR-15 shoot sh*t in your mouth
K.O. like I'm Ali but I'm a gunna b*tch don't drip or drown
Click of the chopper b*tch pay attention to that sound
Ho
I'm Banks b*tch so I keep that Glock around
Lil' b*tch if you keep on talking hot they'll find you in the lost and found
Chillin' with my brother like we fox and hound
Ugh
Gotta keep a Glock, I'm on that paper rout (That paper Route)
R-I-P Young Dolph like I'm paper route
E-N-T, E-M-TY that chopper knock his dreadlocks out
E-M-T pick him off the ground where we layed him down
I had EBT b*tch I was eatin' good
Don't know if I want paper or a wood
b*tch told me she'll get her brother on me b*tch I wish you would
Yeah I'm positive, lil' hoe but don't get misunderstood b*tch
Mhm