Paper Route

[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