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letra de i know why - paper route empire & snupe bandz

[intro]
on gang, on gang
murda gang, gang, gang (c.o, turn that beat up)

[verse 2]
let me tell you why a n-gga hatin’ so hard (why)
i ain’t have sh-t, turned myself to a star (star)
where i come from, n-ggas 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 f-cked 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 n0body got me sh-t, i’ma make a n-gga 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
n-gga, 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, n-gga know that they droppin’ (go look at the news, all the opps droppin’)

[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 n-gga, run it up, slangin’ bows (bows)
i’m wit’ the mob, all my n-ggas 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’)
d-gg-n’ 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 n-ggas 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)
f-ck up the profit, then ice up my wrist on ’em (ice)
cop me another coupe, yeah, i just p-ssed 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, n-gga, 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 f-ck wit’ these n-ggas, they change like the weather
give a f-ck ’bout a b-tch, n-gga, i never sweat her (f-ck her)
n-ggas 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 n-ggas on go (on go)

[chorus]
n-gga, don’t come around me you ain’t bussin’ that fye (fye)
n-gga tryna ride the wave, they just wanna get high (high)
ain’t no love for these hoes, they gon’ suck a n-gga 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 n-ggas 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 n-gga, run it up, slangin’ bows (bows)
i’m wit’ the mob, all my n-ggas 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

- paper route empire snupe bandz

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