Lyrics Non Stop - Paper Route EMPIRE feat. Big Moochie Grape

Woo (ayo, BandPlay)
Haha, yeah (yeah)

Bitch, I'm back at it, uh, yeah
Post up in the hood, I'm servin' crack addicts, uh, yeah
Backstabbin'-ass niggas act like faggots, uh, yeah
I can't fuck with bitches 'cause they know they maggots, uh, yeah

Baguettes in my watch, bitch, look at the carats, uh, yeah
Diamonds Conley jumpin', bitch, they Conley dancin', uh, yeah
Killin' up in fashion, bitch, I'm dapper dabbin', uh, yeah
And they call me Hitler 'cause I send assassins (yes sir), yeah

Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really trappin', yeah
Before the deal, yeah, Big Moochie was really clappin', yeah
Fuck niggas down (yeah), gang pull up on your block with hunnid rounds
OG on it, Dust Town, I put it down, huh (I put it down)

Yeah, do y'all know who put it down, for real, nigga?
Stop playin' with me, ha, let's go

Yeah, all these pussy niggas talkin' 'bout this affidavit, uh
But they can't pull up a lineup or a fuckin' statement, yeah
Got niggas and bitches mad, yeah, 'cause they know that they basic
Now I got their ass big mad 'cause they see Big Moochie made it, yeah

Stuck with the gang, no tradin', yeah, number one, Tracy McGrady, yeah
Big Moochie doin' no tellin', yeah, put that on Zalea Navaya (my baby)
Posted in the hood 'til my days got better, yeah
Killers, they with me, they ready whenever
Bad thick bitch and her color vanilla, yeah

Hit her from the back, now I call her yellow (yellow, yellow)
Huh, I tried to tell you (I tried)
Niggas really bitches, they ain't out, they really scary, yeah
Bloodbath on a nigga and the bitch is bloody mary, yeah
Fuck 'em all, we send 'em all to the cemetery, yeah

Fuck all my opps, all y'all can die (y'all can die)
Join the rest of 'em who dead (ha-ha), we gettin' rich, yeah (no cap)

My mama say she want a Maybach, gotta put her in it (gotta put her in it)
We on the block, we standin' out, these niggas, no, they ain't spinnin' (uh-huh)
The gang-gang independent (gang-gang)
And plus, we really winnin', niggas just dick-lickin'

Got your bitch in my mentions, she really want attention (attention)
I told her, "Pay attention, bitch, how much is you givin'?" (Attention)
I get racks out her purse (yeah), and the rest out her titties (the rest of)
I be breakin' bitches, really be breakin' bitches

You gotta give me your bankroll, bitch, if you want extensions (on God)
And all my clips extended (clips), these niggas want me ended (finished)
Well, bitch, I'm just gettin' started, bitch, I'm nowhere finished (nowhere)
And the Paper Route Illuminati, I stand on that business (I stand on it, yeah)

I stand on this shit, for real, nigga (I swear to God)
I'm talkin' 'bout all the way (all the way)

Yeah, uh, one more time, uh (one more time)
Niggas hate to see me on my grind, now I shine, yeah (now I shine)
Bitches wanna see these VVS', now they blind, uh (they blind)
Big baguettes up in my Rollie, yeah, expensive time, yeah (bling-blaow)

Count big racks up in the Maybach, yeah, while I recline, yeah (while I recline)
Mama say, "You got a talent", got rich off of rhymin', uh (got rich off of rhymin')
Run some bitch, keep callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it, yeah
Major labels callin' my phone, know I'm finna decline it, yeah

Niggas, they really be hidin', no, they really not slidin', uh
Chop cut 'em half, divide 'em, uh, young nigga high as a pilot, yeah
Brand-new whip, no mileage, yeah (skrrt), fuck your bitch 'til she got mileage, yeah (fuck her)
I was down bad, fucked up in the hood (yeah), real lost, then I found me some guidance (then I found some guidance), yeah