ShittyBoyz - Paper Route lyrics

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 your seat up turn his block to Kalahari
Bro wet the street up

Foreign 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 if
Yo 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 with my slapbox
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 your 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
Snuffed a 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