1017 Paper Route (feat. Key Glock)

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 ****, I'm sucker-free, but you know I blow cash with ease

This bitch 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 ****, the Forges 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

****, ain't shit sweet, ****, know how it be

New watch, big rocks to match my piece

I got the guap like your girl on tree, yeah

New drop top, left the lot, pipe scream

****, fuck you, man, I been doin' my thing

Amiri Jeans stickin', wasted four hunnid on lean

Servin' fiends since a teen, I'm a drug dealin' king

Hit wifey up, get a dope ass ring

Got a real low price, get me richer than a thief

**** tryna act like they all tough, already know they sing

One fuck up, get the ancestor, now they tellin' everything

You got me F'd up, Fendi down to the feet, uh

Yup-yup, I could 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 ****, 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' bitch, got his bitch in my DM

Got a lot of killers on my list, so I free them

Hundred in this blick, cross up, I ain't gonna miss

Jubilee wrist, got me goin' to another lick