benji blue bills - pay me lyrics
[benji blue bills, chai beats, captain crunch]
y’all know who the f+ck it is, man (captain crunch presents)
back from the dead, new opp in the air
.44 [?], yeah (chai)
brr
they gotta pay me, i need that blue money, blue brand new mercedes
new b+tch on my right, new b+tch on my left
but ain’t no separation, they both tryna spit on the mic
we on the highway straight to h+ll, she still tryna get on this bike
put down that gun, you not living that life
i see the training wheels still on your bike
f+ck all that talkin’, we finna go strike
b+tch we gon’ get that sh+t poppin’ tonight
i get a thrill when i take me a life
hit on his head and we stompin’ tonight
got the bar pumpin’, it’s jumpin’ tonight
they got my homie locked up in the feds
me and 24, we gon’ paint this b+tch red
shoot at their head, make sure that bih dead
blood on the scene, it’s a whole lotta red
bad days, i see a whole lotta feds
they lettin’ these n+ggas say sh+t, they got bread
i’m gettin’ these n+ggas dip hit, they got bread
i got these b+tches trippin’, ’cause i got bread
you want some money? put that white on your head
ten or twenty, something light on your head
in the stomach, i’ma [?]
i can’t even lie, that b+tch ride like a sled
pop the perc+20, i’m high off the meds
b+tch i ain’t done but i’m fried in the head
catchin’ bodies, count a whole lotta bread
i trip in balenci tryna walk up the stairs
balenci, balenci, got too many pairs
i smoke a f+ck n+gga, yeah just like a square
hold that lil p+ssy, yeah keep it right there
the way that her ass is fat, it is not fair
she got a big donkey, i see this b+tch clear
i’m tryna f+ck on that b+tch from the rear
i tote the ar, told them ain’t nun to fear
many ar, i’ma k!ll ’em right here
we keep the rifle, ain’t huntin’ no deer
f+ck with the 20, ain’t sippin’ no beer
talk to the money, it’s up to my ear
huh, i’m thuggin’ i can’t shed a tear
huh, i’m flooring this switch and the gear
huh, one hand on the stick when i steer
huh, these n+ggas know i be lurkin’ when they go to sleep, yeah, it’s a nightmare
heh, these n+ggas know i’m quick to up a pipe, we don’t fight here
gettin’ up close, we don’t snipe here
b+tch i am buzzin’, just call me lightyear
i got some money, i know your type, yeah
if you wanna go, we can take a flight there
gotta stay low, ’cause your n+gga might hear
30 on me, it make up for the hype
we catch an opp in the street, then it’s on sight
i let the dog off the leash and it’s gon’ bite you
you know you cannot keep up with this foreign, right?
only way up, you know that’s where we’re goin’ right?
she let me f+ck, turn that b+tch to a p+rn site
that b+tch a hoe, you know that she be goin’, right?
ain’t talkin’ bout whip when i’m switchin’ my foreign, right
floodin’ my watch that b+tch [?], right
switch on that bl!ck, it transform
soon as she let me, i started transformin’
hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
ap her wrist and that bih, it transform
soon as she let me, i started transformin’
[?]
hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
hold up my wrist in that bih and start snorin’
we the real [?] gang, we the real choppa gang, lil n+gga where is you goin’?
we the real [?] gang, we the real stomp+on+you gang, n+gga you get stunned
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