Pay Out

Fuck nigga gotta pay out
Young Trill Trey on the track
We gone shoot em' in the back
And I'm with my nigga Wayout
Nigga wanna verse for the feat
Gotta come to me
Fuck nigga gotta pay out
Young Trill Trey on the track
We gone shoot em in the back
And I'm with my n***a Wayout
(Aye Trill Trey Gang)

Nigga wanna verse for the feat
Better come to me
Fuck nigga gotta pay out
Young Trill Trey on the track
We gone shoot em in the back
And I'm with my nigga Wayout
We gone leave em face down
Free me nigga Yung Moe
That boy gotta case now
No Tay-K do the race now
AK strapped from the waist down
Im on top nigga let's go
Glock 19 it's gone blow
Call Double K and he upping that score
TGE be the gang, Yeah we clutching on pole
Trill Trey im a rich nigga
Where Lil Bari he dead
That nigga he a bitch nigga
Aim at a target, I hit nigga
Young Trill Trey won't miss nigga

Gang Gang bang red
We shot him up in his head
Yeah we left that fuck nigga dead
Fill him up with led
Fuck nigga yeah you heard what I said
Don't play with my cheese or bread
Lil Bari Dead
You know gang nem gone slide
That nigga tried me he died
Hell naw no lie
We made that fuck nigga cry
Tell him come inside
We left him fried
TGE that be gang gang
All of my nigga's they gang bang
Choppa go bang bang
Free Yung Moe out that chain gang
Me and Lil E on that same thang
Trill Trey gone kill
We do this shit for real
Hell naw won't sign no deal
Till I touch a mill
Back then I used to steal
You know gang nem gone drill
Hell yeah for real
Came up from the bottom
I was really in the hood baby
He dissed up on my cousin
Smoke his ass up in a wood baby
All my nigga's banging red
Hell yeah I feel like suge baby
Murder on my mind, Im on my grind
You wish you could baby

Nigga wanna verse for the feat
Better come to me
Fuck nigga gotta pay out
Young Trill Trey on the track
We gone shoot em in the back
And I'm with my nigga Wayout
We gone leave em face down
Free me nigga Yung Moe
That boy gotta case now
No Tay-K do the race now
AK strapped from the waist down
Im on top nigga let's go
Glock 19 it's gone blow
Call Double K and he upping that score
TGE be the gang, Yeah we clutching on pole
Trill Trey im a rich nigga
Where Lil Bari he dead
That nigga he a bitch nigga
Aim at a target, I hit nigga
Young Trill Trey won't miss nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Trill Trey
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