Paper Route

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm from the south baby, nothing but golds up in my mouth Only time you see me steppin' out is to the paper route I will forever smoke gas, not concerned by no drought If I step in your building then I'mma smoke that bitch out (x2) [Verse] Gelato 41 stuffed in my cone Solo 2 to the dome Before I step out my home I spray a little bit of that clear bottle Versace cologne My phone keepin' a player paid I gotta get it all on my own I keep so many flavors mane, I need a variety It's a cold-hearted game in this fucked up society I gotta play my position like Tim Duncan on the block I thought I told 'еm plenty times that this shit don't stop Texas platеs on my ride, a bad bitch by my side Bending corners thru the city duckin' laws when I ride I put my joint to the side, I set it in the ashtray Ain't tryna get rolled, I'm too throatcut, it's friday Blowing nothing but killa, you can smell it through the pack Throwbacks and Nike Tailwinds got your bitch to react Legal dealin' on beats from the inside of my home Cliffside worldwide Zay gon' let it be known [Chorus] I'm from the south baby, nothing but golds up in my mouth Only time you see me steppin' out is to the paper route I will forever smoke gas, not concerned by no drought If I step in your building then I'mma smoke that bitch out (x2) [Outro] Look, I'mma smoke that bitch out If I step in your building then I'mma smoke that bitch out Uh, look, not concerned by no drought Uh, I'mma smoke that bitch out, Look I'mma smoke that bitch out If I step in your building then I'mma smoke that bitch out I'mma smoke that bitch out If I step in your building then I'mma smoke that bitch out