Pay Me

[Intro]
Oh you niggas be cappin’ cappin’
Talkin’ all that tough shit, but you ain’t really ‘bout it ‘bout it though
Man get the fuck out my face
Man when Zay showed me this shit, I said you know we takin’ that bitch to the moon
This shit is too hard
Bitch

[Tag]
(Ay that’s hard Zay)

[Hook]
Pull up and the place go dummy
Hop up out the coupe, crew smellin’ like money
Niggas speakin’ on me ‘cause I fucked they babymommy
In the back of the Ruth’s Chris
Cause I’m really from the 9, yeah the 1, 6
Every time my shooters pull up, niggas don’t miss ‘cause
They ain’t really with the back and forth
Better pay me nigga, or we at your door

[Verse 1]
Cash coming in, got me feelin’ like Obama’s back
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like a Democrat
Niggas always told me the best thing to do in life is stack bread until the good Lord gotta call you back
Really from the 9, yeah I rep the 1, 6
Yeah I really might play around and fuck a nigga’s bitch
If I catch your baby lookin, imma add her to the list
If I take her to the crib, then you know I gotta hit

[Bridge]
Yeah I’m known for wettin’ panties, leave ‘em hangin’ on a clothing line
Known to always get it on and poppin’ when its drama time
South Sac nigga, imma show you how I handle mine
In the function throwin’ up shots like its Columbine
Pinky ring diamond ‘bout big as a rock
Got Zay on the beat, so you know the shit knock
We ain’t in no competition, but we comin’ for your spot
Yeah we comin’ for your spot nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Roll my pain in a wood, pour my stress in a cup
Baby I ain’t tryna fuss, I ain’t even tryna fuck
I’m just tryna stay alive and stack up a few bucks
Keep the .30 on me tucked, between the Louis and my gut
If I gotta up the stick, then I’m surely gon’ bust
Heavy metal, kill switch, arm cramping when I’m done
Young shooters, all clueless, they be clapping just for fun
Like I’m doin’ this shit backwards, it was over when it begun

[Bridge]

[Hook]