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pay up - tec lyrics

[intro]
you ready?
yeah man, you heard me?
they know how i be f-ckin’ layin’ man
you know what the f-ck up with me b-tch (yeah, free reign)

[verse]
f-ck that sh-t, we want smoke with everybody
went put scopes on every chopper
but them b-tches pointless
we gon’ up close him when we spot him (bah-bah)
f-ck that n-gga, he know how i feel about him (f-ck him)
he know how i feel about him (gang)
middle fingers in his face, f-ck 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 b-tch get bent
we cut through the back and hit the fence
whole lot of bodies, this sh-t ain’t pretend
put up the glock, bought two f&n’s
we don’t k!ll em all, we gon’ step again
santana be all out the roof lettin’ it hit
how you reppin’ like you steppin’?
i started that sh-t (you know i started that sh-t)
but never was wit all that reppin’
don’t take part in that sh-t (don’t take part in that sh-t)
and you never know you in that web
until you get caught in that b-tch (caught in that b-tch)
might lose your heart in that b-tch
can’t swim with sharks and you fish (at all)
you b-tches just bait to us, fake as f-ck
we comin’ whenever you say pull up
that sh-t that you doin’ ain’t safe with us
we got them choppers, we spray sh-t up (spray sh-t up)
yeah, you seen the murder rate went up (you see that b-tch went up n-gga)
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 (b-tch)
we gon’ turn him into angel dust
cremate him, shred a n-gga 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 p-ssy n-ggas made of
mama told me that lil reagan put them k’s up, but (gang)
p-ssy n-gga gotta pay up (p-ssy n-gga gotta pay up)
that’s on lil casey and that nation, we ain’t playin ’bout this sh-t
got that whole gang sprayin ’bout this sh-t (you know they sprayin)
whole war, field sprayin ’bout that sh-t, yeah
got them drums in front me like a band round this b-tch
we hooded up like the klan’s ’round this b-tch
n-gga must be full of xans ’round this b-tch
but he gon’ get his sh-t bust (booyah), from the impact (b-tch)
let that b-tch hit ’til it cl!ck back, yeah yeah
gang sh-t, whole lot of gang sh-t (yeah yeah)
freestyle off the brain sh-t

[outro]
you heard me?
lil luwop man, i don’t really give a f-ck
you know i been off my top
you know i’m sayin (what up?)
n-gga ain’t gon’ f-ck with that
and i just got off parole
and i still been had that pole
whole time i was on that b-tch
so you know what it is with me, yeah
i just went got some bigger sh-t
i don’t even give a f-ck 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 b-tch
you know what it do b-tch
(spider gang, spider nation)
yeah, gang
(free lil dae dae, free lil reagan, free lil casey)

- tec lyrics

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