borleone - payback lyrics
[chorus]
slide on a n-gga, watch his -ss die
me and my n-ggas really doin’ crimes
five deep, ridin’ ’round with them irons
all my young n-ggas servin’ them dimes
f-ckin’ that b-tch and you know she a dime
trap on the block, had the gun on the tie
can’t f-ck with new n-ggas, these n-ggas be high
f-ckin’ his b-tch and i ran in his trap
[verse 1]
open the vent ’cause i’m whippin’ up crack
i’m smokin’ gelato, you smokin’ green crack
we shootin’ them glocks, we don’t got kickback
front me a pack, i ain’t givin’ sh-t back
you know i love money, but i love payback
f-ckin’ that b-tch and i’m pullin’ her tracks
what they all on, i play ’round with them packs
ride with my young n-ggas, know that we strapped
came with my gang and we known to be k!llin’
hand-to-hand, n-gga came from drug dealin’
i’m on the block with some robbers and k!llers
run in your trap, if you move, i’ma hit you
me and my gang ain’t failin’ no missions
i’m sliming that n-gga and i’m f-ckin’ his missus
i step on the pack then i f-ck up the kitchen
steppin’ on necks ’cause these n-ggas be b-tches
[chorus]
slide on a n-gga, watch his -ss die
me and my n-ggas really doin’ crimes
five deep, ridin’ ’round with them irons
all my young n-ggas servin’ them dimes
f-ckin’ that b-tch and you know she a dime
trap on the block, had the gun on the tie
can’t f-ck with new n-ggas, these n-ggas be high
f-ckin’ his b-tch and i ran in his trap
[verse 2]
i used to trap out my granny house
servin’ that water, n-gga, by the ounce
got so much cocaine, like a mountain
that n-gga, he mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ his spouse
n-gga’s a rat, boy, you’s a mouse
used to hide the gun right there under the couch
the feds hit the block, put the crack in her pouch
you ain’t got no og’s, boy, you can’t even vouch
red g-wagon, n-gga, not a blood
get so much love, n-gga, from the hood
boy, where i’m from, wish a n-gga would
i’m servin’ them junkies water like a flood
sippin’ on wock’, sippin’ on the mud
these n-ggas they hate, all they do is mug
i slide on his block, arp, it flood
young borleone, n-gga got it out the mud
[chorus]
slide on a n-gga, watch his -ss die
me and my n-ggas really doin’ crimes
five deep, ridin’ ’round with them irons
all my young n-ggas servin’ them dimes
f-ckin’ that b-tch and you know she a dime
trap on the block, had the gun on the tie
can’t f-ck with new n-ggas, these n-ggas be high
f-ckin’ his b-tch and i ran in his trap
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