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[Intro: Jay Fizzle]
(Let the band play)
Woo
Big Grape

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle]
You start the beef and we finish, the Glock got extension, the chopper got tits (Yeah, yeah)
You know it’s Paper Route Business, my niggas got now and my lil’ niggas next (My niggas got next)
I done been gone for a minute, the streets say they miss me, say Grape do the best (Say Grape do the best)
I been laid up with a bag, ain’t cuffin’ no bitch, ain’t no S on my chest (Big Grape, yeah)
Big Grape and Moo-op, we solo (Moo-op)
Backwood, it filled up with Do-Do (Short)
Fire notes, we want the smoke-smoke (Smoke-smoke)
Niggas be bitches like homo (Gay)
Rap like the po-po (Po-po)
Tryna see gang, that’s a no-no (No-no)
He spoke my name, he a no-show (No-show)
Lil’ cuz fifteen, he on go mode (On God)

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
I been out the way, so they think I fell off (What?)
Been had them racks, what the f*ck niggas thought? (Rackies)
Whole lot of Grapes, you gon’ see when it’s beef (Big Grape)
I don’t pick up the phone, I just scream out the call (Ooh-woo)
Hop out and bitch, I’m tough like a brick wall (Too tough)
Too many straps, why the f*ck would I brawl? (Why?)
I got my stick in the back when I’m out (Glocky)
You know I want smoke but don’t smoke on cigar (Big chopper)
Face shot a boy like it’s Tango (Tango)
Filthy boy shit, cause a ‘cano (‘Cano)
I ain’t hard to find in this camo (Camo)
That boy, he sweet like a mango (Sweet ass nigga)
Ride ’round with sixty, two 30 Glocks (30 Glocks)
Deuce-deuce is tucked in my Gucci socks (Deuce-deuce)
Whole hundred ‘bows in the Uber car
Take the roof off the boy Wraith, that’s a shootin’ star (Gone)

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle]
You start the beef and we finish, the Glock got extension, the chopper got tits (Yeah, yeah)
You know it’s Paper Route Business, my niggas got now and my lil’ niggas next (My niggas got next)
I done been gone for a minute, the streets say they miss me, say Grape do the best (Say Grape do the best)

I been laid up with a bag, ain’t cuffin’ no bitch, ain’t no S on my chest (Big Grape, yeah)
Big Grape and Moo-op, we solo (Moo-op)
Backwood, it filled up with Do-Do (Short)
Fire notes, we want the smoke-smoke (Smoke-smoke)
Niggas be bitches like homo (Gay)
Rap like the po-po (Po-po)
Tryna see gang, that’s a no-no (No-no)
He spoke my name, he a no-show (No-show)
Lil’ cuz fifteen, he on go mode (On God)

[Verse 2: Big Moochie Grape]
Jumped out the can, running back to them bands, nigga, what I had to do (Fresh out the can)
They say you’re OG when you’re twenty-five, got this shit when I was twenty-two (On God)
Young nigga goin’ ape, King Kong standing, body drop, breaking news (Grrah)
Juvenile, shoot like Stephen Curry with the 30, fah, fah, bury you (Fah, fah, fah)
And they gon’ do what I tell ’em too (Hey)
We just came here for the revenue (On God)
Bust the duck up with some rabbit food (Yes, sir)
Blow that lil’ shit on Givenchy shoes (Givenchy)
All of you niggas be talkin’ that street shit
We pull up to your show and embarrass you (Lil’ bitch)
Really in real life, niggas some p*ssy
So don’t believe the shit that they tellin’ you (Big Moochie)

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle]
You start the beef and we finish, the Glock got extension, the chopper got tits (Yeah, yeah)
You know it’s Paper Route Business, my niggas got now and my lil’ niggas next (My niggas got next)
I done been gone for a minute, the streets say they miss me, say Grape do the best (Say Grape do the best)
I been laid up with a bag, ain’t cuffin’ no bitch, ain’t no S on my chest (Big Grape, yeah)
Big Grape and Moo-op, we solo (Moo-op)
Backwood, it filled up with Do-Do (Short)
Fire notes, we want the smoke-smoke (Smoke-smoke)
Niggas be bitches like homo (Gay)
Rap like the po-po (Po-po)
Tryna see gang, that’s a no-no (No-no)
He spoke my name, he a no-show (No-show)
Lil’ cuz fifteen, he on go mode (On God)

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