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Paper Route Empire – Fully Equipt Lyrics

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Ain’t gotta be no author to write no book

Gangster to have you shook

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Ain’t gotta be no author to write no book

Ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook

Uh, I’m fully equipped

Author to write no book

Gangster to have you shook

City and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill

(Damn, Sambo, you fucked ’em up with this one)

Body for body, man, this shit for real

Yeah (Yeah)

I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book)

I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook)

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill)

Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill)

Body for body, man, this shit for real (For real)

Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled)

Yeah (Yeah)

I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book)

I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook)

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill)

Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill)

Body for body, man, this shit for real (For real)

Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled)

I’m a rapper slash trapper, my n****, know slime gotta get him some Act’

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Glock with the tappin’ on that bitch, got that motherfucker hittin’ just like a MAC

Murder, murder, kill, kill, it’s attack

Chest shot’ll make it come out his back

Real n****, never speak on the wack

Seein’ real and seein’ nobody crack

N***** hidin’ and it’s makin’ me mad

Get his mama, auntie, or his dad

Walk ’em down, we ain’t shootin’ out the back

Trail close, Fruit pass me the strap

Switch whips like I switch up the pack

Three thirty drummer and a Glock mag

And I’m shootin’ ’til them bitches is empty

Five with me and he dumpin’ the sixty

Never blankin’ when we get on a mission

Hit ’em up and I ain’t got no forgiveness

At work with the strap, give it to Renas

He hot his main bitch suckin’ my penis

Crease a n****, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cleaners

Country white bitch, her name Eva

It’s a thousand shots up in the steamer

Name ringin’ bells, hotter than Phoenix (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book)

I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook)

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill)

Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill)

Body for body, man, this shit for real (For real)

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Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled)

Yeah (Yeah)

I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book)

I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook)

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill)

Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill)

Body for body, man, this shit for real (For real)

Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled)

Yeah (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)

You n***** know what it is

Walkdown gang for real, hit ’em up, can’t nobody live

Fish fry gang, you n***** be broke, I already know what it is

Tombstone gang, put ’em in the dirt, I’m tryna go bury a n****

I’m the type of n**** go on a mission with all my ice on

Fuck your baby mama from the back, n****, hell yeah, I put the pipe on her

Glock 45 with the light on it

Killed the pussy ten times, n****, but I thought I had nine lives on it

Police-ass n**** in interrogation rooms and they tellin’ lies on me

Leave a n**** ass stinkin’ in the Scat Pack, n****, with the flies on him

Smoke a blunt, then vibe on ’em

Big Blood, I’ma send Five on ’em

You know what’s brackin’

Say you a gangster and they’ll get it crackin’

All of the Glocks, they automatic

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Yeah (Yeah)

I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book)

I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook)

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill)

Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill)

Body for body, man, this shit for real (For real)

Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled)

Yeah (Yeah)

I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (No book)

I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (You shook)

Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped

Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (Drill)

Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (The kill)

Body for body, man, this shit for real (For real)

Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (Skilled)

(Damn, Sambo, you fucked ’em up with this one)


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