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pay me - pop smoke & kay flock lyrics

it’s cris on da mix

[intro: pop smoke & kay flock]
woo (every opp shot n*gga, everything dead)

[pre*hook: pop smoke]
big 092mlboa
gq, you got a gun n*gga gun n*gga? me too
brodie gon’ what? brodie gon’ back out, brodie
gon’ brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’, rrr, woo, i bet moe gon’ shoot
[chrous: pop smoke & kay flock]
who the f*ck are you talkin’ to, crazy?
if you don’t want no beef, n*gga, pay me (if you want me to slide better pay me) who the f*ck are you talkin to, crazy?
b*tch i done up’d it, on n*ggas who raised me
he can get cl!cked on, thinkin’ he wavy (dummy)
and i’m quick to up score like mcgrady
and i can’t name a n*gga who chased me (who chase me?)
toting on .30’s, berrettas, no safety (no safety)

[chrous: pop smoke & kay flock]
who the f*ck are you talkin’ to, crazy?
if you don’t want no beef, n*gga, pay me (if you want me to slide better pay me) who the f*ck are you talkin to, crazy?
b*tch i done up’d it, on n*ggas who raised me
he can get cl!cked on, thinkin’ he wavy (dummy)
and i’m quick to up score like mcgrady
and i can’t name a n*gga who chased me (who chase me?)
toting on .30’s, berrettas, no safety (no safety)

[verse 1: kay flock]
b*tch, i’m the face of the bronx, like
i do what i want (i want)
i don’t need my gun
uppin’ my phone on my finger, i still make ’em run (p*ssy)
like, he say he go coo’ with the deuce, he don’t know what to do i’m the flock who go dumb (who go dumb)
if he don’t got a mask, boy that’s his ass (that’s his ass)
face recognition, he done
[verse 2: pop smoke]
said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
i keep me a glock, shoot out the roof, two .38’s, three .22’s
put on a shirt, watch n*ggas lurk
i keep a glock when i’m in church
spin through your block, step on the clutch
hit that boy up, then i reverse

[chrous: pop smoke & kay flock]
who the f*ck are you talkin’ to, crazy?
if you don’t want no beef, n*gga, pay me (if you want me to slide better pay me) who the f*ck are you talkin to, crazy?
b*tch i dowhone up’d it, on n*ggas who raised me
he can get cl!cked on, thinkin’ he wavy (dummy)
and i’m quick to up score like mcgrady
and i can’t name a n*gga who chased me (who chase me?)
toting on .30’s, berrettas, no safety (no safety)

pre*hook: pop smoke]
big 092mlboa
gq, you got a gun n*gga gun n*gga? me too
brodie gon’ what? brodie gon’ back out, brodie
gon’ brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’, rrr, woo, i bet moe gon’ shoot
[chrous: pop smoke & kay flock]
who the f*ck are you talkin’ to, crazy?
if you don’t want no beef, n*gga, pay me (if you want me to slide better pay me) who the f*ck are you talkin to, crazy?
b*tch i dowhone up’d it, on n*ggas who raised me
he can get cl!cked on, thinkin’ he wavy (dummy)
and i’m quick to up score like mcgrady
and i can’t name a n*gga who chased me (who chase me?)
toting on .30’s, berrettas, no safety (no safety)

- pop smoke kay flock lyrics

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