Lyrics Paper Route - Vafy

Yeah yea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah yea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah yea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah yea, aye

Dove in just like Dolph, you know a nigga on that paper route
Most of that keep wit me, what I can't carry, Bank account
Thought I hit them dead ends, after that I had to make a route
This shit had me starving I aint build this from no fake account
All I know is invest, she say cool come fix my ass and breast
I aint talk to Cuddo in a while, he'll still come grab your chest
Know he love them low lows even tho he could have copped a cat
Dolla he be spinning me, he always trynna pop a flat
I got some more bounce to me that's why they trynna jump the jack
In that club I seen him dolo, now he trynna hit my jack
I see that the positivity killing them, what's up with that?
I workout before I work out I ain't bring vc for this
My first present to my daughter, gloves, lets work on your fist
You from me and we stand on them toes, balanced on all ten
Adversaries ain't shit but a four hundred with hurdles in it
Baby they look big but they on stilts, they whole thang pretend, Game
Baby they look big but they on stilts, they whole thang pretend