Paper Route EMPIRE and SNUPE BANDZ - I Know Why

On gang, on gang
Murda gang, gang, gang (C.O, turn that beat up)

Nigga, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fire (that fire)
Nigga tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (get high)
Ain't no love for these hoes, they gon' suck a nigga dry (dry)
Never too much money, tryna stack it to the sky (to the sky)
Every day a good day, I wake up and get fly (get fly)
Catch you out of bounds, we gon' make yo' mama cry (yeah)
Laugh now, cry later, it's an eye for an eye (for a eye)
These niggas hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why)

Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control (skrrt)
Man, my neck and wrist, this shit froze (on froze)
Green racks got my pockets on swole (swole)
Go rob me a show and I'll bring out the hoes (hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma unload (unload, on gang)

Let me tell you why a nigga hatin' so hard (why)
I ain't have shit, turned myself to a star (star)
Where I come from, niggas die and get locked behind bars
Never ever thought I'd make it this far (never)
Gotta stay on my ten when you come to my city (yeah)
Kids and mama's keep dyin', shit wicked (wicked)
Everybody fucked up, ain't no way to fix it (damn)
Glock with the switch, ain't no way I could miss it (boaw)
Straight out South Memphis, I run with some gremlins
Straight out the mud, tryna run up a million (a million)
Ain't nobody got me shit, I'ma make a nigga feel it (you feel me?)

Ran up a huncho by myself (huncho)
Whole 'nother profit, don't need no help (yeah)
Pack in the mail, send 'em both to your doorstep (out of here)
Nigga, don't come to my trap 'less you shoppin' (trap)
Don't call my phone, just pull up with the copper (yeah)
Paper Route the mob, bitch, we never stoppin' (on the mob)
Got the haters mad 'cause we independent and we poppin' (poppin')
Got 'em mad, I'm the trendin' topic (topic)
Learn by the gang, never speak on no bodies (on gang)
Go look at the news, nigga know that they droppin'
(Go look at the news, all the opps droppin')

Nigga, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fire (that fire)
Nigga tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (get high)
Ain't no love for these hoes, they gon' suck a nigga dry (dry)
Never too much money, tryna stack it to the sky (to the sky)
Every day a good day, I wake up and get fly (get fly)
Catch you out of bounds, we gon' make yo' mama cry (yeah)
Laugh now, cry later, it's an eye for an eye (for a eye)
These niggas hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why)

Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control (skrrt)
Man, my neck and wrist, this shit froze (on froze)
Green racks got my pockets on swole (swole)
Go rob me a show and I'll bring out the hoes (hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma unload (unload, on gang)

Fifty somethin' shots in the chop, let it rip (let it rip)
I keep the Glock like it's glued to my hip (on my hip)
Smokin' on Za', ain't smokin' on hemp (za')
Doggin' these hoes, you would think I was a pimp (yeah)
Sack in my draws, why I walk wit' a limp (wit' a limp)
Reach for my ice, knock you out like I'm Kimbo (yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta shooters, they be hoppin' out a limo (limo)
Lit the opp block, got 'em duckin' like limbo (limbo, yeah)
Lotta niggas mad 'cause I'm shittin' on 'em (shittin' on 'em)
Get the drop from the opp, put a bitch on 'em (bitch on 'em)
Fuck up the profit, then ice up my wrist on 'em (ice)
Cop me another coupe, yeah, I just pissed on 'em (skrrt-skrrt)
Play wit' them, Bandz got more racks than your big homie (big racks)
Don't need a deal, bitch, I been lit (been lit)
Still makin' plays while I drop hits (drop 'em)
Paper Route the gang, nigga, this shit forever (forever ever)
I'ma turn this shit up to a whole 'nother level (another level)
Put my all in this shit and go harder than ever (ever)
I can't fuck wit' these niggas, they change like the weather
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, nigga, I never sweat her (fuck her)
Niggas hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm finna blow (yeah)
Came a log way, I used to sleep on the floor (on the floor)
Paper Route the mob, all my niggas on go (on go)

Nigga, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fire (that fire)
Nigga tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (get high)
Ain't no love for these hoes, they gon' suck a nigga dry (dry)
Never too much money, tryna stack it to the sky (to the sky)
Every day a good day, I wake up and get fly (get fly)
Catch you out of bounds, we gon' make yo' mama cry (yeah)
Laugh now, cry later, it's an eye for an eye (for a eye)
These niggas hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why)

Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control (skrrt)
Man, my neck and wrist, this shit froze (on froze)
Green racks got my pockets on swole (swole)
Go rob me a show and I'll bring out the hoes (hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma unload (unload, on gang)

Long live Paper Route Frank
Straight up
On the mob

Written by:
Elgin Williams

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