[Intro]
(We got all the beef)
(Yeah yeah)
Okay, big tello
Yeah
Donafizzo
Big grape
Know what the fuck going on, uh huh
Gang shit no lame shit, uh huh, illuminati
Gotta go get it, n***a, even if you got it
Go get the money, n***a, you can never be too sure
Fuck you talking 'bout
Long live Flippa n***a, Paper Route business
Fuck you talking 'bout, let's go

[Verse 1]
13, jumped up off the porch, and started selling weed
At 16, met a plug, now I'm the one that got them P's
Got my whole hood on my back, I tat that shit twice on my sleeve
I'm the realest on my block, and bitch, that's how big grape gon' leave, uh
Pull up, purple Rover, park that bitch up in the bottom
Hop out of that bitch, like 4, 5 deep, my lil' one strapped with choppas (Gang)
Heard my opps be mad as fuck, so what? no they can't stop us
Swear, what you just spent on your car, I went and put that 'round my collar
I got water on water on water, see a bankroll, all hundreds, no dollars
Young n***a still trappin', bankroll getting taller
Tryna keep up with the grape, n***a, probably gettin' smaller
Pockets on fat, you can tell by the way I'm walking
Keep a thing on my hip, better watch how you talking
Tell the man, tell the boy come down, big n***a try me, I'm firing
[Chorus]
I'm a trappin' ass n***a, I got rich off selling chronic
I'm self made n***a, ain't nobody gave me nothing
I swear big bro, always told me, fuck these hoes, get the money (Go get it) Goddamn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something

[Verse 2]
I started with a Q, P, I'm pumping straight gas (Stupid strong)
Ran my bread up in the trap, and moved up to a half
My uncle laughed at me, said my hustle wasn't gon' last (Fuck that n***a)
Couple months flew by, and I was servin' n***as bags (Yeah)
This rap shit got me lit, but I swear trappin' made it happen (Trap)
Hard to fuck with rappers, cause most of these n***as cappin' (Cappin')
Back when I was broke, swear I did nothing, but flip and stash shit (Dope boy)
I seen my first 50 and since then, hustlin' been my passion (Uh)
Left my grandma's house, jumped in the streets, I know she hate it (Sorry)
I jumped off the porch head first, wasn't nobody to save me
Can't wait to go get it, you'll be broke, tryna be patient
No love up in these streets, but I love the streets because they made me

[Chorus]
I'm a trappin' ass n***a, I got rich off selling chronic
I'm self made n***a, ain't nobody gave me nothing
I swear big bro, always told me, fuck these hoes, get the money (Go get it) Goddamn, it feels good when you turn nothing into something (On God, straight up)

[Outro]
We ain't going back and forth no more man
We ain't going back to that no more, we up now
All the way up there, n***a
Paper Route business
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Gang