PAID OFF

[Intro]
Oh
It's Glime Season
Nigga, my Glock green, my flag green
It's Glime Season
Bitch

[Chorus]
And the G wagon came paid off
I'm fuckin' this bitch in a loft
And your diamonds, I'm fuckin' with ours
And you know that its sticks in the car
He was reaching so he must be hard
Princess cuts on my neck and my arms

[Post Chorus]
I put the opps right in cigar
I put the opps right in cigar
I'm fuckin' her right in the back
I'm fuckin' her right in my car
I'm fuckin' her right in my car
I'm fuckin' her right in my car
I'm fuckin' her right in my car
I'm fuckin' her right in my car (It's Glime Season)

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm speedin
S-R-T- or A-M-G, ridin' down, bleavland
She ask if im cityboy, hoe best believe it
She gotta do what I say, or I leave it
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. yeah, I leave it
Me and HDOE pull up in that truck, now she feenin
I love pouring Tris all in my cup, so I'm leaning

[Chorus]
And the G-Wagon came paid off
I'm fuckin' that bitch in a loft
And your diamonds not fuckin' with ours
And you know that there's sticks in the car
He was reaching so he must be hard
Princess cuts on my neck and my arms

[Outro]
Attention haters, attention haters
Glime season is in the building