Pay Up - Tec

You ready?

Yeah man, you heard me?

They know how I be fuckin' layin' man

You know what the fuck up with me bitch (yeah, free Reign)

Fuck that shit, we want smoke with everybody

Went put scopes on every chopper

But them bitches pointless

We gon' up close him when we spot him (bah-bah)

Fuck that nigga, he know how I feel about him (fuck him)

He know how I feel about him (gang)

Middle fingers in his face, fuck him how I feel about him

All that buckin' in front the stage gon' make us whoop them pills out 'em

Oh that’s how them pills got him?

twist his top like a pill bottle

They like Luwop he be Guwop 'til you bring that Field out him yeah (Field Town)

And that’s​ when the blitz get sent

Empty the cutter, switch the clip

Your mother, your brother, your bitch get bent

We cut through the back and hit the fence

Whole lot of bodies, this shit ain’t pretend

Put up the Glock, bought two F&N's

We don’t kill em all, We gon' step again

Santana be all out the roof lettin' it hit

How you reppin' like you steppin'?

I started that shit (you know I started that shit)

But never was wit all that reppin'

Don’t take part in that shit (don't take part in that shit)

And you never know you in that web

Until you get caught in that bitch (caught in that bitch)

Might lose your heart in that bitch

Can’t swim with sharks and you fish (at all)

You bitches just bait to us, fake as fuck

We comin' whenever you say pull up

That shit that you doin' ain’t safe with us

We got them choppers, we spray shit up (spray shit up)

Yeah, you seen the murder rate went up (you see that bitch went up nigga)

Thanks to us (gang)

Whole lot of poles we bang it up (gang)

Gotta go get a soul to hang with us (gang)

Bro can’t step up, tryna aim at us (bitch)

We gon' turn him into angel dust

Cremate him, shred a nigga like a sheet of paper (sheet of paper)

Chopper sing like Anita Baker

Homemade silencer, that’s a sweet potato

On purple baby like yeah (gang)

Look what these pussy niggas made of

Mama told me that Lil Reagan put them K’s up, but (gang)

Pussy nigga gotta pay up (pussy nigga gotta pay up)

That’s on Lil Casey and that nation, we ain’t playin 'bout this shit

Got that whole gang sprayin 'bout this shit (you know they sprayin)

Whole war, field sprayin 'bout that shit, yeah

Got them drums in front me like a band round this bitch

We hooded up like the Klan’s 'round this bitch

Nigga must be full of xans 'round this bitch

But he gon' get his shit bust (booyah), from the impact (bitch)

Let that bitch hit 'til it click back, yeah yeah

Gang shit, whole lot of gang shit (yeah yeah)

Freestyle off the brain shit

You heard me?

Lil Luwop man, I don’t really give a fuck

You know I been off my top

You know I’m sayin (what up?)

Nigga ain’t gon' fuck with that

And I just got off parole

And I still been had that pole

Whole time I was on that bitch

So you know what it is with me, yeah

I just went got some bigger shit

I don’t even give a fuck no more, you know, yeah

But y’all know, whatever y’all wanna do, I’m with that

Just let me know

Not on the Gram though, you heard me

Holler at me, you know how to get at me in the streets man

You heard me?

(we really in the streets)

You understand me man

You know, Lil Luwop, Lil Lu bitch

You know what it do bitch

(Spider Gang, Spider Nation)

Yeah, gang

(Free Lil Dae Dae, Free Lil Reagan, Free Lil Casey)