Paper Route Empire - Fully Equipt lyrics

[Intro] Ain't gotta be no author to write no book Gangster to have you shook Ridin’ through the city and I'm fully equipped Ain't gotta be no author to write no book Ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook Uh, I'm fully equipped Author to write no book Gangster to have you shook City and I'm fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Damn, Sambo, you fu*ked 'em up with this one) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real [Chorus] Yeah (Yeah) I ain't gotta be no author to write no book (No book) I ain't gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook) Ridin' through the city and I'm fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill) Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real (For real) Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled) Yeah (Yeah) I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book) I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook) Ridin' through the city and I’m fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill) Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real (For real) Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled) [Verse 1] I'm a rapper slash trapper, my ni**a, know slime gotta get him some Act' Glock with the tappin' on that b*tch, got that motherfu*ker hittin’ just like a MAC Murder, murder, kill, kill, it's attack Chest shot'll make it come out his back Real ni**a, never speak on the wack Seein' real and seein' nobody crack ni**as hidin' and it's makin' me mad Get his mama, auntie, or his dad Walk 'em down, we ain't shootin' out the back Trail close, Fruit pass me the strap Switch whips like I switch up the pack Three thirty drummer and a Glock mag And I'm shootin' 'til them b*tches is empty Five with me and he dumpin' the sixty Never blankin' when we get on a mission Hit 'em up and I ain't got no forgiveness At work with the strap, give it to Renas He hot his main b*tch su*kin' my penis Crease a ni**a, I ain't talkin' 'bout the cleaners Country white b*tch, her name Eva It's a thousand shots up in the steamer Name ringin' bells, hotter than Phoenix (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Yeah (Yeah) I ain't gotta be no author to write no book (No book) I ain't gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook) Ridin' through the city and I'm fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill) Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real (For real) Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled) Yeah (Yeah) I ain't gotta be no author to write no book (No book) I ain't gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook) Ridin' through the city and I'm fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill) Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real (For real) Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled) [Verse 2] Yeah (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) You ni**as know what it is Walkdown gang for real, hit 'em up, can't nobody live Fish fry gang, you ni**as be broke, I already know what it is Tombstone gang, put 'em in the dirt, I'm tryna go bury a ni**a I'm the type of ni**a go on a mission with all my ice on fu*k your baby mama from the back, ni**a, hell yeah, I put the pipe on her Glock 45 with the light on it Killed the pussy ten times, ni**a, but I thought I had nine lives on it Police-ass ni**a in interrogation rooms and they tellin' lies on me Leave a ni**a ass stinkin' in the Scat Pack, ni**a, with the flies on him Smoke a blunt, then vibe on 'em Big Blood, I'ma send Five on 'em You know what's brackin' Say you a gangster and they'll get it crackin' All of the Glocks, they automatic [Chorus] Yeah (Yeah) I ain't gotta be no author to write no book (No book) I ain't gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook) Ridin' through the city and I'm fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill) Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real (For real) Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled) Yeah (Yeah) I ain't gotta be no author to write no book (No book) I ain't gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook) Ridin' through the city and I'm fully equipped Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill) Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill) Body for body, man, this sh*t for real (For real) Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled) [Outro] (Damn, Sambo, you fu*ked 'em up with this one)