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[Intro: Tripstar & Milli Montana]
Yeah
Know it's Paper Route business
Say, Trip, they know how the fuck we comin', man
These niggas ain't havin' shit but problems
Yeah, man, Cartel
And we ain't havin' none of 'em (Hey, Billy, DMac got me too bangin')
And if we is
You already know me

[Chorus: Milli Montana & Tripstar]
I'm smokin' exotic like I'm a Jamaican
Young nigga got a plug with them Haitians
Red beam for them niggas who hatin'
Mini chopper, it's the size of a baby
I might pull up with a K or the carbine
Shoot a nigga, we ain't don' no arguin'
Plenty bricks, we sell them bitches for bargain
Had a threesome with some twins and they gorgeous
Trappn' bags, tryna run up a fortune
Call me the quarterback, Milli the running back
He caught another sack, yeah
Then he get rid of that, yeah
I got addicted to pouring the Act' in the Fanta
This ain't no red, my nigga
Young nigga straight out of Memphis
Where the real niggas are dead or in jail, my nigga, yeah

[Verse 1: Milli Montana]
Yeah, I'm comin' straight out the North, I got my pack out the West
I'm smokin' strong
Know you smell me 'fore you see me, this shit here be hurtin' my chest
I'm talkin' money
I fuck your bitch 'cause the money
Unload the clip on a Sunday
Dip on a Monday
Chopper totin' like I'm Russian
Fuck you niggas, trippin' nothin'
We hit the road
Naw, we don't do that no more
We get them hoes at the door
Sell me a bale, then I pour me a four
I'm the same youngin trapped out of the store

[Verse 2: Tripstar]
I'm the same young nigga trapped out the store
Yeah, now I might trap out a Ghost
Before the pack come, it's already sold
Call up the plug, you know he on go, yeah
We got that Act' comin' in, we got that Act' comin' in
We got them bags comin' in, still got them bags comin' in, yeah, yeah
I know the recipe
Get your receipt when you get you a bag, yeah
Sell this shit fast and count up the cash
You try me, I blast

[Chorus: Milli Montana & Tripstar]
I'm smokin' exotic like I'm a Jamaican
Young nigga got a plug with them Haitians
Red beam for them niggas who hatin'
Mini chopper, it's the size of a baby
I might pull up with a K or the carbine
Shoot a nigga, we ain't don' no arguin'
Plenty bricks, we sell them bitches for bargain
Had a threesome with some twins and they gorgeous
Trappn' bags, tryna run up a fortune
Call me the quarterback, Milli the running back
He caught another sack, yeah
Then he get rid of that, yeah
I got addicted to pouring the Act' in the Fanta
This ain't no red, my nigga
Young nigga straight out of Memphis
Where the real niggas are dead or in jail, my nigga, yeah

[Verse 3: Tripstar]
I got his Hakuna Matata
I'm 'bout a dollar
Young nigga all 'bout a profit
Young nigga all 'bout a profit
I'm callin' shots like I'm Shottas
I keep a gun with a hollow
I fuck a bitch, make her holler
She lookin' just like a Barbie
Cook this shit up, cook this shit up in the morning
Whip this shit up in the morning
Tryna get rich in the morning
Send me the money, you know that I'ma send 'em
I bet you they good, I bet that you get 'em, yeah

[Verse 4: Milli Montana]
I know he gon' tell, I know why they in him
I know they some bitches
Clip roll, this a fifty
Steady plottin' in the trap with the gremlin, yeah
Flag red and a nigga ain't friendly
F&N right up under the Fendi
Hit his block and they gon' need the forensics
Pop a Perc' just to make sure she feel it
Tell them niggas go and find them some business
Learn to hit a nigga, stop all that missin'
Toe tag, leave his ass with the fishes
Favorite chopper too much, smokin' on Christmas

[Chorus: Milli Montana & Tripstar]
I'm smokin' exotic like I'm a Jamaican
Young nigga got a plug with them Haitians
Red beam for them niggas who hatin'
Mini chopper, it's the size of a baby
I might pull up with a K or the carbine
Shoot a nigga, we ain't don' no arguin'
Plenty bricks, we sell them bitches for bargain
Had a threesome with some twins and they gorgeous
Trappn' bags, tryna run up a fortune
Call me the quarterback, Milli the running back
He caught another sack, yeah
Then he get rid of that, yeah
I got addicted to pouring the Act' in the Fanta
This ain't no red, my nigga
Young nigga straight out of Memphis
Where the real niggas are dead or in jail, my nigga, yeah