[Intro: PaperRoute Woo]
Yo
I ran out of ice
You know what I'm saying?
I'm sick of these fu*k ni**as talking 'bout they doing this and doing that
You know what I'm saying?
I'm getting— You know what I'm saying? (Let the BandPlay)
I'm getting the
[Chorus: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Yep)
[Verse 1: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol' racks (Big ol')
I'm really getting money and them big ol' facts (Facts)
And I got big old straps (Straps)
Run up on me, get your sh*t pushed back (Pushed back)
Uh, then back to the cash (The cash)
I gotta go get it 'causе I want the bag (The bag)
That other sh*t irrеlevant, why is you telling me? ni**a be going out sad
I know a lot of rapping-ass ni**as, real trapping-ass ni**as, get-you-whacked-ass ni**as, got-your-back-ass ni**as
I got nothing to prove (Nothing to prove)
I can hold my own (Hold my own)
Smelling like some new kush is my cologne (Gas)
I'm so in my zone
I can't do nothing wrong (Uh-uh)
ni**as telling on they fam, what type of sh*t you on? (Pussy)
This that can't be cloned, this that, b*tch, I'm grown
This that fu*king with the wrong ni**a, don't you see the throne?
Best you leave me 'lone
Feeling like Al Capone
That was set in the stone
I might set the tone
Two phones, money long
Three traps, that's the type of sh*t we on (Booming)
Get it in, get it gone (Get it gone)
Shoot your shot, I'm playing zone (Zone)
ni**as hate 'cause I'm on ('Cause I'm on)
And I ain't even dropped a song (Dropped a song)
But I got a bag, though (Bag, though)
Been trapping out them bandos (Bandos)
Serving out the backdoor (Backdoors)
Serving all your kinfolk (Your kinfolks)
That got me
[Chorus: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Ayy, big ol' racks
Big ol' Franklin, Grants, and Jacks
Yeah, big ol' stacks
Big ol' straps, they go, "Blatt-blatt"
Yeah, big ol' checks
Big ol' check that I just cashed
Yeah, big baguettes
Big boy baguettes around my neck, yeah
Smoke a lot of dope like Craig (Dope)
I might put a brick on your head, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I get a whole lot of bread (b*tch)
Balling hard, but I ain't break a sweat, yeah (Uh-uh, yeah)
Sipping on a whole lotta red (Mud)
Got a whole lot of hoes in the bed, yeah
Damn, I need a new set of legs, yeah
'Cause I've been running, running up them
[Chorus: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap)
Big ol' racks (Racks)
Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol' facts (Facts)
You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Yep)