Hooligan Hefs - Paper Route

Ayy, Colcci, that's wavy

They wanna see me down and out
But I'm on a paper route
She want me to stay inside the house
But the trap needs me now
Talk on my name for clout
I'll guarantee you'll see clouds
Them days we were stuck in a drought
Now we never go without

They wanna see me down and out
But I'm on a paper route
She want me to stay inside the house
But the trap needs me now
Talk on my name for clout
I'll guarantee you'll see clouds
Them days we were stuck in a drought
Now we never go without

My girl thinks I'm out here cheating
The fiends need me to keep eating
I couldn't care less about sleeping
Three AM And this still beeping
I crack it open, it's reeking
Quick tester and they can't stop speaking
Sports Mode Plus and I can't stop speeding
I remember them days when council was needed
While the opps tryna get even
We pop bottles in the evening
Designer print when we're sleepin
She ride like a Stallion, no Megan
I got the Tommy and I shoot like Egan
Them bad girls right there, they're decent
When a girl sees me I know shes geezin'
I got two fangs you see them freezin'
I got two thangs they ready for a threesome

They don't wanna see me at war
They don't wanna see me at all
They want me cuffed by the law
I still got trust in the Lord
And I'm still up in the store
I still pop smoke at Dior
And I'm still up in the store
I still pop smoke at Dior

They wanna see me down and out
But I'm on a paper route
She want me to stay inside the house
But the trap needs me now
Talk on my name for clout
I'll guarantee you'll see clouds
Them days we were stuck in a drought
Now we never go without

See, I couldn't care less if they like me
I do one show and it sets me up nicely
You can't buy our trust, that's pricey
So we don't leave any mess to tidy
My canines look real icy, my Merc' is looking real shiny
Just got a blue tick, but that don't mean shit
I was cert in my Air Max 90's
Try me, they already know where to find me
Mum still praying for me nightly
How many rivers did she have to cry me?
I made six figures, no signing
Now these labels wanna try sign me
I got opps that wanna find me
But I got real drillers beside me (brrt, pop, pop, pop)

They don't wanna see me at war
They don't wanna see me at all
They want me cuffed by the law
I still got trust in the Lord
And I'm still up in the store
I still pop smoke at Dior
And I'm still up in the store
I still pop smoke at Dior

They wanna see me down and out
But I'm on a paper route
She want me to stay inside the house
But the trap needs me now
Talk on my name for clout
I'll guarantee you'll see clouds
Them days we were stuck in a drought
Now we never go without

They wanna see me down and out
But I'm on a paper route
She want me to stay inside the house
But the trap needs me now
Talk on my name for clout
I'll guarantee you'll see clouds
Them days we were stuck in a drought
Now we never go without

Haha
Tell 'em I'm doin' eetswa
Six to the seven
Yeah
Yeah, gang

Written by:
Hooligan Hefs

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