[Intro: PaperRoute Woo & Snupe Bandz]
(Dee)
On gang
Pockets large, n***a
On gang
Dope A1, straight drop, n***a
On the mob
Don't compare me to these cob n***as

[Verse 1: PaperRoute Woo]
Wake up early in the mornin' n***a, know I got to smoke a blunt or two
And you know I'm gettin' money too
My brother playin' with them commas too
One shoot, then we all shoot, know we gonna embarrass you
Who's comparing me to these rap n***as out here, n***a 'cause it ain't no comparison
I'm nothin' like my daddy, burn on his tracks, n***a I ain't inherit it
Heart cold, no carat, the big bag, go burn it
Get fly as fuck like a parrot, might get fly as fuck and go to Paris
Can't believe these n***as still broke out here, need to sign up for a charity
Yo' n***a wеnt to jail, still ain't got a lawyer, man this shit get scary
Tryin' to be somеthin' you're not n***a, that's what gon' get you shot n***a
Dope A1, straight drop n***a, hustle 'till we at the top n***a
Corporate n***a on the block with it, can't sag my pants 'cause this Glock get heavy

[Verse 2: Snupe Bandz]
Yeah, we the boys in the hood
We let the block serve, come bust a juug
I turn nothin' to somethin', get that shit understood
All that ice on me got bitches wishin' they could
Reach for my chain, n***a I wish you would
Paper Route the new d1, I'm feelin' like Suge
I got all of my n***as wit' me out the mud
Bitch don't play wit' the mob, fill yo' ass up with slugs
Yeah, every n***a for me, every day I'm in the trenches
Bustin' and unloading, tryna run up my digits
Now I'm on the road, rockin' shows, upgrading my image
Straight up out the trap, thirty racks for my dentist
Covered up in jewelry, I ain't nowhere finished
Hoppin' in the drop, hell nah it ain't rented
Say you gettin' money n***a, let me see you spend it (Let me see you blow it)
I get the pack and then blow it, I get the pack and explore it
Go to the mall wit' the profit to store
It ain't shit I can't afford, count up a bankroll when I get bored
Survival of the fittest, it's just me and my boys
Rich n***a still in the hood makin' noise
Pull up in a Beamer, hittin' diamonds on boys
[Outro: PaperRoute Woo]
Yeah, n***a, we gon' pull up n***a
We gon' hit Dolmens, n***a
From bore to lore, n***a
1900s to 2100s, n***a
Know what I'm sayin'?
Cross the track business, n***a
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Boyz n da hood shit
Ya dig?