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big ol racks - paper route empire, paperroute woo & key glock lyrics

[intro: paperroute woo]
yo
i ran out of ice
you know what i’m saying?
i’m sick of these f*ck n*ggas talking ’bout they doing this and doing that
you know what i’m saying?
i’m getting— you know what i’m saying? (let the bandplay)
i’m getting the

[chorus: paperroute woo]
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (yep)
[verse 1: paperroute woo]
big ol’ racks (big ol’)
i’m really getting money and them big ol’ facts (facts)
and i got big old straps (straps)
run up on me, get your sh*t pushed back (pushed back)
uh, then back to the cash (the cash)
i gotta go get it ‘causе i want the bag (the bag)
that other sh*t irrеlevant, why is you telling me? n*gga be going out sad
i know a lot of rapping*ass n*ggas, real trapping*ass n*ggas, get*you*whacked*ass n*ggas, got*your*back*ass n*ggas
i got nothing to prove (nothing to prove)
i can hold my own (hold my own)
smelling like some new kush is my cologne (gas)
i’m so in my zone
i can’t do nothing wrong (uh*uh)
n*ggas telling on they fam, what type of sh*t you on? (p*ssy)
this that can’t be cloned, this that, b*tch, i’m grown
this that f*cking with the wrong n*gga, don’t you see the throne?
best you leave me ‘lone
feeling like al capone
that was set in the stone
i might set the tone
two phones, money long
three traps, that’s the type of sh*t we on (booming)
get it in, get it gone (get it gone)
shoot your shot, i’m playing zone (zone)
n*ggas hate ’cause i’m on (’cause i’m on)
and i ain’t even dropped a song (dropped a song)
but i got a bag, though (bag, though)
been trapping out them bandos (bandos)
serving out the backdoor (backdoors)
serving all your kinfolk (your kinfolks)
that got me
[chorus: paperroute woo]
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)

[verse 2: key glock]
ayy, big ol’ racks
big ol’ franklin, grants, and jacks
yeah, big ol’ stacks
big ol’ straps, they go, “blatt*blatt”
yeah, big ol’ checks
big ol’ check that i just cashed
yeah, big baguettes
big boy baguettes around my neck, yeah
smoke a lot of dope like craig (dope)
i might put a brick on your head, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, i get a whole lot of bread (b*tch)
balling hard, but i ain’t break a sweat, yeah (uh*uh, yeah)
sipping on a whole lotta red (mud)
got a whole lot of hoes in the bed, yeah
d*mn, i need a new set of legs, yeah
’cause i’ve been running, running up them
[chorus: paperroute woo]
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (cap)
big ol’ racks (racks)
young n*gga really getting big ol’ stacks (stacks)
and them big ol’ facts (facts)
you other n*ggas lame, y’all big ol’ cap (yep)

- paper route empire paperroute woo key glock lyrics

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