pay4n - shoot back! lyrics
[intro]
(f+ck you, acculbed)
[chorus]
too much bread on my mind, think i’m runnin’ out of time
when the opps shoot, i shoot back (paow, paow)
he a lil’ p+ssy, feline, got him actin’ like a mime
with the choppa gotta, empty out the mag
now i’m countin’ up my bread, f+ck what you said
choppa go crazy, gon’ shoot ’til you dead
now i’m gettin’ to the bag, yeah, you a lil’ b+tch
pockets h+lla broke while i’m getting h+lla rich
[post+chorus]
like, god+mn, b+tch
you a lil snitch
actin’ like you tough but i’ll leave you in a ditch
got the fendi on the belt, got the prada on the kicks
yeah that shawty h+lla bad, light skin, big tits
now i’m countin’ up these racks, yeah, i’m countin’ up these stacks
b+tch, i’m smokin’ on his pack while i watch his body bleed
only еighteen but i’m carrying a beam
p+ssy actin’ tough but this choppa make him leavе
[verse]
like, d+mn
shawty h+lla bad
she a light skin with a whole lot of ass
and i’m smokin’ on that gas i’ma puff, puff, pass
shawty scream’ my name when i hit it from the back
like, d+mn, b+tch, tell me, what’s the word?
sippin’ on that drank got me talkin’ with a slur
pop another pill ’til i’m floatin’ out the earth
b+tch, i ain’t no tiktok, but i’m the biggest bird
[chorus]
too much bread on my mind, think i’m runnin’ out of time
when the opps shoot, i shoot back (paow, paow)
he a lil’ p+ssy, feline, got him actin’ like a mime
with the choppa gotta, empty out the mag
now i’m countin’ up my bread, f+ck what you said
choppa go crazy, gon’ shoot ’til you dead
now i’m gettin’ to the bag, yeah, you a lil’ b+tch
pockets h+lla broke while i’m getting h+lla rich
[post+chorus]
like, god+mn, b+tch
you a lil snitch
actin’ like you tough but i’ll leave you in a ditch
got the fendi on the belt, got the prada on the kicks
yeah that shawty h+lla bad, light skin, big tits
now i’m countin’ up these racks, yeah, i’m countin’ up these stacks
b+tch, i’m smokin’ on his pack while i watch his body bleed
only eighteen but i’m carrying a beam
p+ssy actin’ tough but this choppa make him leave
[chorus]
too much bread on my mind, think i’m runnin’ out of time
when the opps shoot, i shoot back (paow, paow)
he a lil’ p+ssy, feline, got him actin’ like a mime
with the choppa gotta, empty out the mag
now i’m countin’ up my bread, f+ck what you said
choppa go crazy, gon’ shoot ’til you dead
now i’m gettin’ to the bag, yeah, you a lil’ b+tch
pockets h+lla broke while i’m getting h+lla rich
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