Paper Route Songtext
von ShittyBoyz

I can′t open up my heart, ayy
I can't open up my heart, ayy
I can′t open up my heart, hell nah, I can't open up my heart
(Hokatiwi)
ShittyBoyz

I can't open up my heart
It was dark in the deep, playing with them sharks
Playing in the dark, bitches playing with my heart
So, hell nah, bitch, I can′t open up my heart
Open up my heart? I′d rather open bank accounts
Fraud of the rap, pray that we make it out
On the road, dodging hate on the paper route
Open up my heart? Bitch, open a bank account

Karma snuck on me like a hiccup
Don't ask what′s the score, nigga, we up
[?] put yo seat up
Turn his block to Kalahari, bro wet the street up


More pain, that's an extra bar to the face
Wearing BAPE in Chase, that′s an extra shark in the bank
OT with some extra cards and they blank
In a foreign whip, that's an extra star in the Rafe

SB be the gang but it′s more to it
Gassed up, nah, fuck a break, can't afford losing
Life like Fortnite, I been storm juking
Pulled the stick outta Star Wars, I'm a stormtrooper

Niggas talking ′bout that rain, I was standing in a hurricane
In a dark place, just praying I don′t go insane
Worry about our next meal, mama tryna maintain
Now we really up, told Bando pass the champagne

Ha-ha, bitch choosing off the Bin Reaper
Pockets jumping off the jacks like a gym teacher
Used to be City Trends, now it's Big Beavers
I′m either slamming freak bitches or chip readers

Do the dash in a foreign, Lightning McQueen
Throw a fist? You gon' end up fighting a beam
BIN scorch, think my pocket on ninety degrees
Skating back to the future, I′m flying a Beam'


Niggas don′t get no cheese, are y'all lactose?
Thought I was tying my shoe, I was reaching for the strap though
Red tips, blue beam, Zap Zone
Big dripper, step back from the splash zone
Sent him to the Big Dipper if my slap blow
ShittyBoyz broke? Mm-hmm, throw that cap on
Bitches in the car screaming with they flash on
First team scam stars, bitch, check the stats, bro

I can't open up my heart
It was dark in the deep, playing with them sharks
Playing in the dark, bitches playing with my heart
So hell nah, bitch, I can′t open up my heart
Open up my heart? I′d rather open bank accounts
Fraud of the rap, pray that we make it out
On the road, dodging hate on the paper route
Open up my heart? Bitch, open a bank account

Where the opps? Think they came to a conclusion
Now we really up, they can forget about us losing
He not really balling, think he need a substitution
But I be busting ass, need to boost my attribution

Ha-ha, this bitch used to act hard to fuck
My bitch cold like she came from Antarctica
Heavy metal type shit, jam hard as fuck
Good spaceship, go ahead, Stan, start it up

Alright, Tron, let me start the whip
Thrust season, lil' dawg, better guard yo bitch
Crack yo lil′ whip up, Kevin Hart yo shit
Running to the light 'cause I done seen it dark as shit

Don′t ask for my heart, it got threw away
Thunder gun in the trunk, bitch, don't get blew away
Start the UFO, hit the road and I flew away
Pockets jacked up off the jacks, what you do today?

I can′t open up my heart
It was dark in the deep, playing with them sharks
Playin' in the dark, bitches playing with my heart
So hell nah, bitch, I can't open up my heart
Open up my heart? I′d rather open bank accounts
Fraud of the rap, pray that we make it out
On the road, dodging hate on the paper route
Open up my heart? Bitch, open a bank account