ouuuweeee - paygotti lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga
said can y’all hear me?
look, ayy (ayy, ecko, turn this beat off if i ain’t trippin’ on it)
[chorus]
they tryna talk me out the skit, i want the n*gga dead
pay the kid, i’m steady coughin’ chili out this chickenhead
i love the stick, today, i’m feelin’ different, grab the stock instead
grimy dude, i’ll pop up at the deal and smoke the middleman
spark the spliff up, and the suckas, they ain’t smell the smoke
bullets have him hoppin’ up and down like he was jumpin’ rope
you’re not a problem, just a homie they be punchin’ on
funkin’ with my blood, i’ll f*ck around and get my cousin gone
[verse 1]
cardi b or nia long, ayy, f*ck it, bring me both
fingers burnin’, this that sucka pack, i had to gas the roach
no playin’ fair, i get a tech, then i’ma slap the couch
i was finna add her to my roster, but her bag is low
white boy, call my tony hawk and he’ll skate through
home run, goin’ two for two, so call me babe ruth
i’ll empty out the don and fill the bottle up with grey goose
brother, why you flexin’ on the ‘gram with all that fake juice?
[chorus]
they tryna talk me out the skit, i want the n*gga dead
pay the kid, i’m steady coughin’ chili out this chickenhead
i love the stick, today, i’m feelin’ different, grab the stock instead
grimy dude, i’ll pop up at the deal and smoke the middleman
spark the spliff up, and the suckas, they ain’t smell the smoke
bullets have him hoppin’ up and down like he was jumpin’ rope
you’re not a problem, just a homie they be punchin’ on
funkin’ with my blood, i’ll f*ck around and get my cousin gone
[verse 2]
papa johns, he hot and ready, get him boxed up
kitchen smoky, unc’ll whip the powder until it lock up
please stop it with the poppin’ lips ’cause you are not tough
janky, if i run into my dad, i’m beatin’ pops up
n*gga, ayy
i said janky, if i run into my dad, i’m beatin’ pops up
n*gga, 1500, though, look, look, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
they tryna talk me out the skit, i want the n*gga dead
pay the kid, i’m steady coughin’ chili out this chickenhead
i love the stick, today, i’m feelin’ different, grab the stock instead
grimy dude, i’ll pop up at the deal and smoke the middleman
spark the spliff up, and the suckas, they ain’t smell the smoke
bullets have him hoppin’ up and down like he was jumpin’ rope
you’re not a problem, just a homie they be punchin’ on
funkin’ with my blood, i’ll f*ck around and get my cousin gone
[outro]
n*gga
ayy, funkin’ with my blood, i’ll f*ck around and get my, and get my cousin gone
n*gga, 1500, though
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