[Intro: Young Scooter & Young Dolph]
Memphis team, Paper Route (Go, go)
Flyin' packs landin' in the jugg house
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, Dolph
I’m on the Paper Route too n***a
I’m on the Paper Route too n***a

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Invest, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips
Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears (Ayy)
The pastor in the church selling my grandmama hope
Dolph in the hood, counting money, selling dope
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood
But I grew up, got addicted to money and found the plug
Police run in here, it's too much dope to flush
Remember I count two hundred bands and said this ain’t enough (Damn)
Super sport with wet paint, big feet (Woah, damn)
I pull up and kill shit, six feet (What? Ayy)
One street, three spots, a hunred pounds
Eight scales, ten straps, a thousand rounds
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
My partner gang bang but I ain't joined the gang (Nah)
Scooter run the fucking Black Amigo money gang (What up?)
Fifty thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane (Watchin')
My n***a low-key Cali' creeping and he'll bust a brain
I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things (Things)
Flush this shit, I know I’m never going broke again
Memphis team, Paper Route (Go, go)
Flying packs landing at the jugg house
I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house
When she go to work I turn it to a crack house (Yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color the Crips
Dope with no smell, it go for twenty-six (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Patta flip off, money like a wendy’s burglar
Start big, I'm for a young n***a on a curber
Run to casa, hustle crack off the worker
Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya (Yeah)
He said if I turned, mo bitch only twenty
Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money
Just another n***a made a million off of words
Police arrest me like I made a million off of birds
I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the shit like a turd
That choppa blow yo' ass away, yo' shoe left on the curb
A n***a gotta make a way 'cause I ain't tryna loose
I ain't givin' a ho you can call me Scrooge (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (Yeah)
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (Yeah)
But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah)
Seventy G's invested in my own whip (Free bands, yeah)
'72 Chevelle same color as the Crips