Paper Route Empire - I Know Why lyrics

[Intro] On gang, on gang Murda gang, gang, gang (C.O, turn that beat up) [Chorus] ni**a, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fye (Fye) ni**a tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (High) Ain't no love for these hoes, they gon' su*k a ni**a dry (Dry) Never too much money, tryna stack it to the sky (To the sky) Everyday a good day, I wake up and get fly (Fly) Catch you out of bounds, we gon' make yo' mama cry (Yeah) Laugh now, cry later, it's an eye for an eye (For a eye) These ni**as hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why) [Post-Chorus] Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control (Skrrt) Man, my neck and wrist, this sh*t froze (On froze) Green racks got my pockets on swole (Swole) Go rob me a show and I'll bring out the hoes (Hoes) Self-made ni**a, run it up, slangin' bows (Bows) I'm wit' the mob, all my ni**as on go mode (Go mode) Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma unload (Unload, on gang) [Verse 2] Let me tell you why a ni**a hatin' so hard (Why) I ain't have sh*t, turned myself to a star (Star) Where I come from, ni**as die and get locked behind bars Never ever thought I'd make it this far (Never) Gotta stay on my ten when you come to my city (Yeah) Kids and mama's keep dyin', sh*t wicked (Wicked) Everybody fu*ked up, ain't no way to fix it Glock with the switch, ain't no way I could miss it (Bow) Straight out South Memphis, I run with some gremlins Straight out the mud, tryna run up a million Ain't nobody got me sh*t, I'ma make a ni**a feel it (Feel me?) [Verse 3] Ran up a huncho by myself (Huncho) Whole 'nother profit, don't need no help (Yeah) Pack in the mail, send 'em both to your doorstep ni**a, don't come to my trap 'less you shoppin' (Trap) Don't call my phone, just pull up with the copper Paper Route the mob, b*tch, we never stoppin' Got the haters mad 'cause we independent and we poppin' (Poppin') Got 'em mad, I'm the trendin' topic (Topic) Learn by the gang, never speak on no bodies (Gang) Go look at the news, ni**a know that they droppin' (Go look at the news, all the opps droppin') [Chorus] ni**a, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fye (Fye) ni**a tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (High) Ain't no love for these hoes, they gon' su*k a ni**a dry (Dry) Never too much money, tryna stack it to the sky (To the sky) Everyday a good day, I wake up and get fly (Fly) Catch you out of bounds, we gon' make yo' mama cry (Yeah) Laugh now, cry later, it's an eye for an eye (For a eye) These ni**as hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why) [Post-Chorus] Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control (Skrrt) Man, my neck and wrist, this sh*t froze (On froze) Green racks got my pockets on swole (Swole) Go rob me a show and I'll bring out the hoes (Hoes) Self-made ni**a, run it up, slangin' bows (Bows) I'm wit' the mob, all my ni**as on go mode (Go mode) Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma unload (Unload, on gang) [Verse 2] Fifty somethin' shots in the chop, let it rip (Let it rip) I keep the Glock like it's glued to my hip (On my hip) Smokin' on Za', ain't smokin' on hemp (Za') Doggin' these hoes, you would think I was a pimp (Yeah) Sack in my draws, why I walk wit' a limp (Wit' a limp) Reach for my ice, knock you out like I'm Kimbo (Yeah, yeah) Whole lotta shooters, they be hoppin' out a limo (Limo) Lit the opp block, got 'em duckin' like limbo (Limbo, yeah) Lotta ni**as mad 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on 'em (sh*ttin' on 'em) Get the drop from the opp, put a b*tch on 'em (b*tch on 'em) fu*k up the profit, then ice up my wrist on 'em (Ice) Cop me another coupe, yeah, I just pissed on 'em (Skrrt-skrrt) Play wit' them, Bandz got more racks than your big homie (Big racks) Don't need a deal, b*tch, I been lit (Been lit) Still makin' plays while I drop hits (Drop 'em) Paper Route the gang, ni**a, this sh*t forever (Forever-ever) I'ma turn this sh*t up to a whole 'nother level (Another level) Put my all in this sh*t and go harder than ever (Ever) I can't fu*k wit' these ni**as, they change like the weather Give a fu*k 'bout a b*tch, ni**a, I never sweat her (fu*k her) ni**as hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm finna blow (Yeah) Came a log way, I used to sleep on the floor (On the floor) Paper Route the mob, all my ni**as on go (On go) [Chorus] ni**a, don't come around me you ain't bussin' that fye (Fye) ni**a tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (High) Ain't no love for these hoes, they gon' su*k a ni**a dry (Dry) Never too much money, tryna stack it to the sky (To the sky) Everyday a good day, I wake up and get fly (Fly) Catch you out of bounds, we gon' make yo' mama cry (Yeah) Laugh now, cry later, it's an eye for an eye (For a eye) These ni**as hatin' so hard, I know why (I know why) [Post-Chorus] Hop in the drop, hit the gas and go outta control (Skrrt) Man, my neck and wrist, this sh*t froze (On froze) Green racks got my pockets on swole (Swole) Go rob me a show and I'll bring out the hoes (Hoes) Self-made ni**a, run it up, slangin' bows (Bows) I'm wit' the mob, all my ni**as on go mode (Go mode) Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma unload (Unload, on gang) [Outro] Long live Paper Route Frank Straight up On the mob