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PaperRoute Woo – Fully Equipt / Official Video + Lyrics
PaperRoute Woo – Fully Equipt
Paper Route EMPIRE shares the official music video of ”Fully Equipt” by PaperRoute Woo. The song was taken from Long Live Dolph album.
We’ve got you the video and lyrics of the song. Check them out below:
Lyrics
Ain’t gotta be no author to write no book
Gangster to have you shook
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
No author to write no book
Gotta be gangster to have you shook
Uh, I’m fully equipped
Author to write no book
Gangster to have you shook
City and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill
(Damn, Sambo, you fucked ’em up with this one)
Body for body, man, this shit for real
Gangster to have you shook
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
No author to write no book
Gotta be gangster to have you shook
Uh, I’m fully equipped
Author to write no book
Gangster to have you shook
City and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill
(Damn, Sambo, you fucked ’em up with this one)
Body for body, man, this shit for real
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I’m a rapper slash trapper, my nigga (yeah)
Know slime gotta get him some Act’
Glock with the tappin’ on that bitch
Got that motherfucker hittin’ just like a MAC
Murder, murder, kill, kill, it’s attack
Chest shot’ll make it come out his back
Real nigga, never speak on the wack
Seein’ real and seein’ nobody crack
Niggas hidin’ and it’s makin’ me mad
Get his mama, auntie, or his dad (on God)
Walk ’em down, we ain’t shootin’ out the back
Trail close, Fruit pass me the strap
Switch whips like I switch up the pack
Three thirty drummer and a Glock mag
And I’m shootin’ ’til them bitches is empty
Five with me and he dumpin’ the sixty
Never blankin’ when we get on a mission
Hit ’em up and I ain’t got no forgiveness
At work with the strap, give it to Renas
He hot his main bitch suckin’ my penis
Crease a nigga, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cleaners
Country white bitch, her name Eva
It’s a thousand shots up in the steamer
Name ringin’ bells, hotter than Phoenix (yeah, yeah)
Know slime gotta get him some Act’
Glock with the tappin’ on that bitch
Got that motherfucker hittin’ just like a MAC
Murder, murder, kill, kill, it’s attack
Chest shot’ll make it come out his back
Real nigga, never speak on the wack
Seein’ real and seein’ nobody crack
Niggas hidin’ and it’s makin’ me mad
Get his mama, auntie, or his dad (on God)
Walk ’em down, we ain’t shootin’ out the back
Trail close, Fruit pass me the strap
Switch whips like I switch up the pack
Three thirty drummer and a Glock mag
And I’m shootin’ ’til them bitches is empty
Five with me and he dumpin’ the sixty
Never blankin’ when we get on a mission
Hit ’em up and I ain’t got no forgiveness
At work with the strap, give it to Renas
He hot his main bitch suckin’ my penis
Crease a nigga, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cleaners
Country white bitch, her name Eva
It’s a thousand shots up in the steamer
Name ringin’ bells, hotter than Phoenix (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
Yeah (yeah), uh-huh (uh-huh)
You niggas know what it is
Walkdown gang for real, hit ’em up, can’t nobody live (yeah)
Fish fry gang, you niggas be broke, I already know what it is
Tombstone gang, put ’em in the dirt, I’m tryna go bury a nigga
I’m the type of nigga go on a mission with all my ice on
Fuck your baby mama from the back, nigga, hell yeah, I put the pipe on her
Glock 45 with the light on it
Killed the pussy ten times, nigga, but I thought I had nine lives on it
Police-ass nigga in interrogation rooms and they tellin’ lies on me
Leave a nigga ass stinkin’ in the Scat Pack, nigga, with the flies on him
Smoke a blunt, then vibe on ’em
Big Blood, I’ma send Five on ’em
You know what’s brackin’
Say you a gangster and they’ll get it crackin’
All of the Glocks, they automatic
You niggas know what it is
Walkdown gang for real, hit ’em up, can’t nobody live (yeah)
Fish fry gang, you niggas be broke, I already know what it is
Tombstone gang, put ’em in the dirt, I’m tryna go bury a nigga
I’m the type of nigga go on a mission with all my ice on
Fuck your baby mama from the back, nigga, hell yeah, I put the pipe on her
Glock 45 with the light on it
Killed the pussy ten times, nigga, but I thought I had nine lives on it
Police-ass nigga in interrogation rooms and they tellin’ lies on me
Leave a nigga ass stinkin’ in the Scat Pack, nigga, with the flies on him
Smoke a blunt, then vibe on ’em
Big Blood, I’ma send Five on ’em
You know what’s brackin’
Say you a gangster and they’ll get it crackin’
All of the Glocks, they automatic
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
I ain’t gotta be no author to write no book (no book)
I ain’t gotta be gangster to have you shook (you shook)
Ridin’ through the city and I’m fully equipped
Snatch off the tag, then go on a drill (drill)
Jump out on feet, then go for the kill (the kill)
Body for body, man, this shit for real (for real)
Murder for hire, my killer, he skilled (skilled)
