Paid The Cost
Tryp on the beat
I was depressed without that presser
Clamped it and made one extra
You ain't had a bird in the cab
Same time you're on Capital XTRA
Designer, mix, match
But it cost a lot and it's droppin' well
Let's lurk, two L's
Load that fours with the dots as well
I'm the same man that made Pyrex cool
That's was rappin' and flyin' 'em all
In school, couldn't bring my skeng
But I had a flick shank in the dining hall
Tie them laces
I don't know your place at work but mine was vacant
Got the brick and broke it
Now it's slow drives in the spaceship
Pretty little thing, can't ever get caught with kingpin
No, that's headache
USA about 20K, ATL then LA
I was tryna link up with the killys in yard
That's high grade spliffs and reggae
Ties some string with the SK
Opp block tryna press play
Fans tellin' me I need rage or plate with the ice
And it's nearly lockin'
Plugged in, they barely got it
Fully in season, yeah, she clocked me
I was on the corner, robbers and shottas
Party with barbies, bae, she blocked me
Vexed cah all nigga do is lifestyle
But at least man do it up properly
Costs to be a boss
And I paid it already and left a tip
Good little spice
Virgin, tight, only let the tip
Respect the drip
Don't draw me out, gotta mess the drip
Man shot two 9's but the rest a myth
So lit that she wishes she let me hit
I can't bang, I'm way too gone, let my man paint it
Bro got the Golden Boot, he tied them laces
Premeditated, killed the game, I planned it
Gimme that door, I'll slam it
In a 4.3, it's draggin'
Them rap songs got me lidge
Big drip got me your b*tch
Opp block, tryna play 'it'
One hand ting, flicka da wrist
Flick up a brick
Broke it down and out but the stamp was Fendi
Mix, match designer birds
That's minor, me, S ran through plenty
Fans tellin' me I need rage or plate with the ice
And it's nearly lockin'
Plugged in, they barely got it
Fully in season, yeah, she clocked me
I was on the corner, robbers and shottas
Party with barbies, bae, she blocked me
Vexed cah all nigga do is lifestyle
But at least man do it up properly
Costs to be a boss
And I paid it already and left a tip
Good little spice
Virgin, tight, only let the tip
Respect the drip
Don't draw me out, gotta mess the drip
Man shot two 9's but the rest a myth
So lit that she wishes she let me hit
I was depressed without that presser
Clamped it and made one extra
You ain't had a bird in the cab
Same time you're on Capital XTRA
Designer, mix, match
But it cost a lot and it's droppin' well
Let's lurk, two L's
Load that fours with the dots as well
I'm the same man that made Pyrex cool
That's was rappin' and flyin' 'em all
In school, couldn't bring my skeng
But I had a flick shank in the dining hall
Tie them laces
I don't know your place at work but mine was vacant
Got the brick and broke it
Now it's slow drives in the spaceship
Pretty little thing, can't ever get caught with kingpin
No, that's headache
USA about 20K, ATL then LA
I was tryna link up with the killys in yard
That's high grade spliffs and reggae
Ties some string with the SK
Opp block tryna press play
Fans tellin' me I need rage or plate with the ice
And it's nearly lockin'
Plugged in, they barely got it
Fully in season, yeah, she clocked me
I was on the corner, robbers and shottas
Party with barbies, bae, she blocked me
Vexed cah all nigga do is lifestyle
But at least man do it up properly
Costs to be a boss
And I paid it already and left a tip
Good little spice
Virgin, tight, only let the tip
Respect the drip
Don't draw me out, gotta mess the drip
Man shot two 9's but the rest a myth
So lit that she wishes she let me hit
I can't bang, I'm way too gone, let my man paint it
Bro got the Golden Boot, he tied them laces
Premeditated, killed the game, I planned it
Gimme that door, I'll slam it
In a 4.3, it's draggin'
Them rap songs got me lidge
Big drip got me your b*tch
Opp block, tryna play 'it'
One hand ting, flicka da wrist
Flick up a brick
Broke it down and out but the stamp was Fendi
Mix, match designer birds
That's minor, me, S ran through plenty
Fans tellin' me I need rage or plate with the ice
And it's nearly lockin'
Plugged in, they barely got it
Fully in season, yeah, she clocked me
I was on the corner, robbers and shottas
Party with barbies, bae, she blocked me
Vexed cah all nigga do is lifestyle
But at least man do it up properly
Costs to be a boss
And I paid it already and left a tip
Good little spice
Virgin, tight, only let the tip
Respect the drip
Don't draw me out, gotta mess the drip
Man shot two 9's but the rest a myth
So lit that she wishes she let me hit
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin K Arcangel
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