West Bank
Flizop
GENRE
[Intro]
(Xavvo got the beat knockin')
(Big Bang Studios)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Flizzy, Flizzy, Flizzy
Grrt, grrt, grrt
(West Bank Records or nothin')
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Verse 1: Flizop]
Free my nigga Killa, free my nigga Bushwick
Do you bad for talking 'bout my dawg, I feel like John Wick
Talking likе you crazy, we gon' put you on a news clip
Feds ain't watching no morе, niggas be runnin' they loose lips
TSA be searchin' me and asking me some bullshit
They know that my hustle strong, I known for touching hella bricks
15,000 in the trap, I send a mail and [?]
Everything [?] the products be the new shit
You know I got the newest drugs, my life changed when I meet the plug
I hear pressure turn to diamonds so I had to get me some
I a shark inside the ocean and you niggas look like chum
Real recognize real and you niggas look like bums
Them niggas knowing I the truth, balling hard but ion hoop
Selling snow but we in summer so the fiends come by the group
And I servin' on the low, can't let the police sell my soup
On God the world gon' know my name cause Flizzy gon blow like a nuke
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, it's Flizzy and Glizzy, what the fuck is up
Yeah, I keep some on my hip I ain't gotta go and pop the trunk
Yeah, I pour syrup every morning, smoke broccoli for lunch
It's never too much much, I'm a big dawg these niggas mutts
Yep, I love my gang but God the only one I trust
And you know ain't shit change, my nigga, I still be in the cut
Yeah, shootin' shit like KD, they like man this nigga clutch
Yeah, slam your bitch like AD, they like boy you just too much
I got [?] in my motherfucking double cup
Trappin' like the 80's, me and gang gang done ran it up
Choppas like the Navy nigga play them traces ate em up
You know money talk even though ion like to say too much
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Outro]
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
(Xavvo got the beat knockin')
(Big Bang Studios)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Flizzy, Flizzy, Flizzy
Grrt, grrt, grrt
(West Bank Records or nothin')
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Verse 1: Flizop]
Free my nigga Killa, free my nigga Bushwick
Do you bad for talking 'bout my dawg, I feel like John Wick
Talking likе you crazy, we gon' put you on a news clip
Feds ain't watching no morе, niggas be runnin' they loose lips
TSA be searchin' me and asking me some bullshit
They know that my hustle strong, I known for touching hella bricks
15,000 in the trap, I send a mail and [?]
Everything [?] the products be the new shit
You know I got the newest drugs, my life changed when I meet the plug
I hear pressure turn to diamonds so I had to get me some
I a shark inside the ocean and you niggas look like chum
Real recognize real and you niggas look like bums
Them niggas knowing I the truth, balling hard but ion hoop
Selling snow but we in summer so the fiends come by the group
And I servin' on the low, can't let the police sell my soup
On God the world gon' know my name cause Flizzy gon blow like a nuke
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, it's Flizzy and Glizzy, what the fuck is up
Yeah, I keep some on my hip I ain't gotta go and pop the trunk
Yeah, I pour syrup every morning, smoke broccoli for lunch
It's never too much much, I'm a big dawg these niggas mutts
Yep, I love my gang but God the only one I trust
And you know ain't shit change, my nigga, I still be in the cut
Yeah, shootin' shit like KD, they like man this nigga clutch
Yeah, slam your bitch like AD, they like boy you just too much
I got [?] in my motherfucking double cup
Trappin' like the 80's, me and gang gang done ran it up
Choppas like the Navy nigga play them traces ate em up
You know money talk even though ion like to say too much
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Outro]
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
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