[Intro: Jay Fizzle]
Paper Route life
Long live the king, n***a
Long live Frank, long live Flippa
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Paper Route business, Paper Route Taliban
Paper Route Illuminati
Paper Route hockey team, however the fuck you wanna call it
Gang shit, no lame shit
Big Tello speakin'
Paper Route business, we standing on top of shit
Paper Route business, we standing on top of shit (Shit ain't over)
Paper Route business, we standing on top of shit
Shit just gettin' started, shit just begun, n***a
Shit just gettin' cooked up
Paper Route business, we standing on top of shit (Shit just gettin' real)
Paper Route business, we standing on top of shit (So fasten your seat belt)
Paper Route business, we standing on top of shit
Get ready for this long get money journey

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle]
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang, gang)
Paper Route, you know we stand on that business (Illuminati)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Empire)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Taliban)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Empire)
Paper Route, you know we stand on that business (Gang, gang)
[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Paper Route Tello, I stay with this stick (Tell'), and it got gold on my neck like I'm Mr. T (Yeah)
Paper Route Taliban (Gang), shitting on the opps so much, we the shitty team
Make n***as sick of me
I know they sick of us (Yeah), fuck them, who give a fuck? ('Cause nah, we don't give a fuck)
Tell the fuck n***a go suck it up (Hol' up)
Just go get the money and fuck all the opps (Get paid), long live big cuz, you the realest, bruh (Big Flippa)
Been flexin' on camera wit' big ass racks and a purple bandana (Gang)
With a whole lotta ice, and this Glock in my skinny jeans
I'm standin' on couches (Gang) and pouring out bottles (Red Dew) like red Dew Mountain, like damn (Ayy)
Craig goin' ham, play with the gang and we blam (Bah)
Pull to your block in a Lamb' (Bah-bah-bah) and we slay him (Skrrt)
Now you a brand
Don't gotta ask what I'm buying (Why?)
Paper Route print on my eye like a stamp
We the Taliban (Taliban)
Blow a n***a block like a terroist (Bomb), but I ain't from Afghanistan
Bitch, I'm from Memphistine (Fye boy)
556. with the drum on it, pull up on yo' block like a marching band (Huh, huh)
P.R.E penny cost forty bands (Bust down), bust down turtle piece, call it karate man (Bitch on 'em)
Bitch, I got plenty bands (Flex), iced out 41 Rollie, my wrist cost two bricks and sixty bands
Rocks on my fingers, I ain't talkin' no weddin' bands (Fah)
I'm too fresh to tussle, let's stick on it
Big Tello the turtle man (Don't tell on me, n***a), I'm kicking shit, Jacky Chan
V.I.P Glock in my jacket, man (Glocky)
Rich and felt broke, quick to jack a man (Jacky)
Great by design, don't compare me to rappers (Don't do it)
While you n***as rappin', I'm wrapping these packages
Kill a opp, no competition
It's Paper Route, fuck the opps, all you lil' n***as some bitches
[Chorus: Jay Fizzle & Key Glock]
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang, gang)
Paper Route, you know we stand on that business (Illuminati, yeah)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Empire, yeah, yeah)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Taliban, yeah, yeah)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Empire, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paper Route, you know we stand on that business (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Cutthroat, La Familia (Cut it)
Plottin' on opps, and we plottin' on millions (Plot)
I stack that shit up to the ceiling, then bought a car with no roof (Skrrt)
Money on my mind, bitch, mind your biz (Yo' biz)
Glock, he the GOAT, but he hang with gremlins (Glizglock)
Whatever I start, bet I'ma finish (Finish)
N***a, 'cause I was told to (Yeah, yeah)
Young n***a, but I keep it old school
Wockhardt got me moving like a old dude (Wock', Wock')
Ran a bag up 'cause I'm 'posed to (Phew)
Yeah, I ran a bag up like I'm 'posed to (Phew, yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me like it's old tooth
I got yellow diamonds on me like it's old tooth (Bling)
Diamonds on me, hitting like Goku
Made a couple million dollars off of Pro Tools (Yeah)
Ballin' on n***as (Yeah), I'm a pro too
I been shittin' on n***as, yeah, su' do (Su')
Young n***as in my city fucked up, can't read, can't count, but su' can shoot
Young n***as in my city fucked up, can't read, can't count, but su' can shoot
Told you before that we do what we wanna do (Yeah)
Bitch, it's- (Yeah)
[Chorus: Jay Fizzle & Key Glock]
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Gang, gang)
Paper Route, you know we stand on that business (Illuminati, yeah)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Empire, yeah, yeah)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Taliban, yeah, yeah)
Paper Route business, we standin' on top of shit (Empire, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paper Route, you know we stand on that business (Yeah, yeah, Big Rack)

[Outro: Jay Fizzle]
Paper Route Empire, n***a
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops (Fuck 'em), and fuck everybody who don't like us, n***a
Fuck you talkin' bout, n***a? Ho, y'all be some dikes (Ho)
Sick of y'all, man (Pussy)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? You know what's up with me
Big Tello
I stamp that, n***a
Long live Flipps, long live the GOAT, n***a
Big Frank, n***a
Ayy, ayy (Bitch)
Ayy, that no cap, n***a