Forever Paid

Uh)

(Yea)

They know I’m forever paid

I got them racks right inside of my pocket I ain’t doing no minimum wage

He send a blitz then we gettin’ em hit

I ain’t come to play

He know we draw K’s

Thought that we gone fade

Bitch, well I’ma make a stain

New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dopeboy He shouldn’t be no problem

Now we got the drop I be riding wit ole’ boy

Swerve through the hood

My shit go scrrt

Young niggas in the hood like oh boy

Know my bag

Thirty in my mag

Fuck what you know boy

Brodie just hit me like cool

Aight fuck it, now how we gone play it

Told em’ that we gone sit on that bitch for a month

Then we gone spray it

Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at

We gone let they block be the place that we link and play at

Brodie been yelling out free bodies for a month now

Hit the block we gone hunt down

Sweet on em’ we gone run down

Told em’ ditch the glick, put the gun down

Talking bout his face card good

Tell em show his face in our hood

Cause we on the back street and we pack heat

We been wishing y'all would

Full all that tough shit

Know who he run wit

We can run in his crib

But that shit ain’t where the funds is

And if he ain’t got no racks

Then we gone take em where the plug is We gone show em

I ain’t the nigga he wanna fuck wit

Gangsta love

I ain’t got love, if the nigga ain’t a gangsta Wack nigga wit a lil bit of bread

They don’t fuck that nigga, know he a wanksta

I be tired of the fakers

Sooner or later we gone face em

And I hope he got his glick

Even if he do, then we gone bang em

(Uh)

(Yea)

They know I’m forever paid

I got them racks right inside of my pocket I ain’t doing no minimum wage

He send a blitz then we gettin’ em hit

I ain’t come to play

He know we draw K’s

Thought that we gone fade

Bitch, well I’ma make a stain

New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dopeboy He shouldn’t be no problem

Now we got the drop I be riding wit ole’ boy

Swerve through the hood

My shit go scrrt

Young niggas in the hood like oh boy

Know my bag

Thirty in my mag

Fuck what you know boy

Brodie just hit me like cool

Aight fuck it, now how we gone play it

Told em’ that we gone sit on that bitch for a month

Then we gone spray it

Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at

We gone let they block be the place that we link and play at

Still in the hood wit the d-boyz

Keep it g-lock, no decoy

Beef wit old ass niggas like Leroy

Fuck I look like smoking a lil’ boy

Come on they block and let it bang

Shoot through the TV no Choice

He gone die for me to fuck his baby mama, she moist

I done did it from upstate to Carolina’s

He said that he did it, ain’t hear about em

Seen em in person, ain’t care about em

Nigga died from a wreck and he swear he shot em

Bitch I don’t do no cap

I could take me a nap

Run a lap

I’ma don like dada

Lil cuz do voodoo

Put v’s on a nigga

I ain’t gotta call my top shotta

I be solo, solo

And he probably gone talk like he on gang time

I be on demon time

I still a bang mine

I’m the top recruit in my city, nigga ain’t I Still a go out in public

I’m bout my lonely ain’t I

(Uh)

(Yea)

They know I’m forever paid

I got them racks right inside of my pocket I ain’t doing no minimum wage

He send a blitz then we gettin’ em hit

I ain’t come to play

He know we draw K’s

Thought that we gone fade

Bitch, well I’ma make a stain

New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dopeboy He shouldn’t be no problem

Now we got the drop I be riding wit ole’ boy

Swerve through the hood

My shit go scrrt

Young niggas in the hood like oh boy

Know my bag

Thirty in my mag

Fuck what you know boy

Brodie just hit me like cool

Aight fuck it, now how we gone play it

Told em’ that we gone sit on that bitch for a month

Then we gone spray it

Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at

We gone let they block be the place that we link and play at