Get Paid
All his rap be cap
He told me drop the lo I'm in the trap
Equipped with hella strap he off the wok
You know he gone act
Niggas get a pole and turn on pappy
Claim they from the raq
Snap backs and fitted hats
Cuz all these niggas do is cap
Six nine we don't fuck with snitches
I be in here sober trippin
They had to unknown the victim
That's cuz Ian leave a witness
Pull up boy this ain't no fitness
We do all illegal business
They like Q gone leave trenches
Damn near went from rags to riches
I go broke I hit a lick
Everytime I shoot it hit
Ball Like Wade 2006
I'm bout the action
Like will smith
Slidin but we got the tent
Pump gas with glocks like Nardo Wick
Dead Man Walking shoutout Brent
Play with me he heavy sent
From the concrete I had rose
Had to get it off the floo
Gas be sticky like sum tape
Spot em boost the murder rate
12 come we jump the gate
He poppin gums he thought he ate
But nigga I'll come take ya plate
We ballin off that section 8
Me and all my niggas str8 and half theses niggas
Really gay
Cut the grass here go the snakes
I Roll a wood str8 to the face
Time is sum I can't waste
Picasso I'm gone paint her face
Them recent drills gone check the date
We know the Opps be filled with hate
Comin thru
Keep that back door Lock don't get too comfortable
Like a gator boy you know
Them bullets a be chompin you
Killin every track I touch
And This my first time in the stu
I'm not talking Jax
I know some niggas that'll finish you
Opp can't catch me lackin
So we always got on tennis sho in es
Lil freaky bitch
She suck my dick all in the swimming pool
Police got him shakin
So he talk up in that interview
Momma never raised a fool
So not I'm not gone play with you
What the fuck
Mobbin doin crime
Gone Knuck and buck
I know a slut
She can suck some dick but she gone set you up
Slidin in that AMG hold up I can't forget the cup
And I ball like Cooper Kupp bad bitch with a little butt
Clutchin so you know wassup
Aye eli roll another blunt
You know all our shit be stuff
I'm pouring up a double cup
I'm icy like a hockey puck
We in the box she suck it up
Stick it came with monkey nuts
Them bitches I know not to trust
Police at the door
Ounces in the ceilin he a felon
Think to jail he go naw he in that cell
And he gone sing
And they say he can blow
He shakin like he Tina snow
So we just call his type a hoe
Thinkin it's the 80s I'm the crack
That all these bitches want
Jack boy how I'm feel
Because baby I can't fake the funk
Niggas sayin they be with that action
But boy no you really don't
He a killa but he really won't
He told me drop the lo I'm in the trap
Equipped with hella strap he off the wok
You know he gone act
Niggas get a pole and turn on pappy
Claim they from the raq
Snap backs and fitted hats
Cuz all these niggas do is cap
Six nine we don't fuck with snitches
I be in here sober trippin
They had to unknown the victim
That's cuz Ian leave a witness
Pull up boy this ain't no fitness
We do all illegal business
They like Q gone leave trenches
Damn near went from rags to riches
I go broke I hit a lick
Everytime I shoot it hit
Ball Like Wade 2006
I'm bout the action
Like will smith
Slidin but we got the tent
Pump gas with glocks like Nardo Wick
Dead Man Walking shoutout Brent
Play with me he heavy sent
From the concrete I had rose
Had to get it off the floo
Gas be sticky like sum tape
Spot em boost the murder rate
12 come we jump the gate
He poppin gums he thought he ate
But nigga I'll come take ya plate
We ballin off that section 8
Me and all my niggas str8 and half theses niggas
Really gay
Cut the grass here go the snakes
I Roll a wood str8 to the face
Time is sum I can't waste
Picasso I'm gone paint her face
Them recent drills gone check the date
We know the Opps be filled with hate
Comin thru
Keep that back door Lock don't get too comfortable
Like a gator boy you know
Them bullets a be chompin you
Killin every track I touch
And This my first time in the stu
I'm not talking Jax
I know some niggas that'll finish you
Opp can't catch me lackin
So we always got on tennis sho in es
Lil freaky bitch
She suck my dick all in the swimming pool
Police got him shakin
So he talk up in that interview
Momma never raised a fool
So not I'm not gone play with you
What the fuck
Mobbin doin crime
Gone Knuck and buck
I know a slut
She can suck some dick but she gone set you up
Slidin in that AMG hold up I can't forget the cup
And I ball like Cooper Kupp bad bitch with a little butt
Clutchin so you know wassup
Aye eli roll another blunt
You know all our shit be stuff
I'm pouring up a double cup
I'm icy like a hockey puck
We in the box she suck it up
Stick it came with monkey nuts
Them bitches I know not to trust
Police at the door
Ounces in the ceilin he a felon
Think to jail he go naw he in that cell
And he gone sing
And they say he can blow
He shakin like he Tina snow
So we just call his type a hoe
Thinkin it's the 80s I'm the crack
That all these bitches want
Jack boy how I'm feel
Because baby I can't fake the funk
Niggas sayin they be with that action
But boy no you really don't
He a killa but he really won't
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Writer(s): Qadiir Wajd
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