1017 Paper Route lyrics

[Intro: Z Money & Key Glock]
Shawty Paid
What up, Glock?
(Lil Mexico, ayy yo, Mexico, uh huh)
Know how the f*ck we comin', n*gga
Glizzock
Baow, baow, baow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-0-1-7
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper Route business
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper Route sh*t

[Verse: Key Glock & Z Money]
I pull up AMG with Z, we two stray dogs straight off the leash
Diamond baguettes cover me, these chains here cost a couple keys
Young n*gga, I’m sucker free, but you know I blow cash with ease
This b*tch said she can't stand me, so I told her to take a seat
Yeah, get rich every week
If I was a football player, on the field with double Z cleats
I'm the type of n*gga, the Forgis up on the whole fleet
Five percent tint slidin’ out that Jeep, Louis V print, 700 for a tee
Walk in the club, got the heat on me
Fire until you score, if you tweak, get sweeped
Got your baby mama in the suite with me
n*gga, ain't sh*t sweet, n*gga, know how it be
New watch, big rocks to match my piece
Uh, I got the guap like your girl on tree, yeah
New drop top, left the lot, pipe scream
n*gga, f*ck you, man, I been doin' my thing
Amiri Jeans stickin', wasted four hundred on lean
Servin' fiends since a teen, I'm a drug dealing king
Hit wifey up, get a dope ass ring
Got a real low price, get me richer than a thief
n*ggas tryna act like they all tough, already know they sing
One f*ck up, get they ass snatched up, now they tellin' everything
You got me F'd up, Fendi down to the feet, uh
Yup, yup, I can sell sand on a beach, uh
Two hundred fifty thousand on a two seat, yup
Two hundred fifty thousand when I speak, uh
Killin’ these n*ggas, I’m a young Grim Reaper
I'm trappin’ so hard, might bring back a beeper
I just got a new K, kickin' like FIFA
Whole gang got drums just like the Beatles
Came off flee, my Desert Eagle
Real good dope, it clog your needle
Put the SIG on his ass when I see him
Hundred bands, ton of gas landin' in the PM
He a lil' b*tch, got his b*tch in my DM
Got a lot of killers on my list so free them
Hundred in this blick, cross up, I ain’t gonna miss
Jubilee wrist, got me goin' to another lick (Z Money)