Lyrics Pay Up - Tec

Pay Up

You ready?
Yeah man, you heard me?
They know how I be fuckin' layin' man
You know what the fuck up with me bitch (yeah, free Reign)
Fuck that shit, we want smoke with everybody
Went put scopes on every chopper
But them bitches pointless
We gon' up close him when we spot him (bah-bah)
Fuck that nigga, he know how I feel about him (fuck him)
He know how I feel about him (gang)
Middle fingers in his face, fuck 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 bitch get bent
We cut through the back and hit the fence
Whole lot of bodies, this shit ain’t pretend
Put up the Glock, bought two F&N's
We don’t kill em all, We gon' step again
Santana be all out the roof lettin' it hit
How you reppin' like you steppin'?
I started that shit (you know I started that shit)
But never was wit all that reppin'
Don’t take part in that shit (don't take part in that shit)
And you never know you in that web
Until you get caught in that bitch (caught in that bitch)
Might lose your heart in that bitch
Can’t swim with sharks and you fish (at all)
You bitches just bait to us, fake as fuck
We comin' whenever you say pull up
That shit that you doin' ain’t safe with us
We got them choppers, we spray shit up (spray shit up)
Yeah, you seen the murder rate went up (you see that bitch went up nigga)
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 (bitch)
We gon' turn him into angel dust
Cremate him, shred a nigga 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 pussy niggas made of
Mama told me that Lil Reagan put them K’s up, but (gang)
Pussy nigga gotta pay up (pussy nigga gotta pay up)
That’s on Lil Casey and that nation, we ain’t playin 'bout this shit
Got that whole gang sprayin 'bout this shit (you know they sprayin)
Whole war, field sprayin 'bout that shit, yeah
Got them drums in front me like a band round this bitch
We hooded up like the Klan’s 'round this bitch
Nigga must be full of xans 'round this bitch
But he gon' get his shit bust (booyah), from the impact (bitch)
Let that bitch hit 'til it click back, yeah yeah
Gang shit, whole lot of gang shit (yeah yeah)
Freestyle off the brain shit
You heard me?
Lil Luwop man, I don’t really give a fuck
You know I been off my top
You know I’m sayin (what up?)
Nigga ain’t gon' fuck with that
And I just got off parole
And I still been had that pole
Whole time I was on that bitch
So you know what it is with me, yeah
I just went got some bigger shit
I don’t even give a fuck 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 bitch
You know what it do bitch
(Spider Gang, Spider Nation)
Yeah, gang
(Free Lil Dae Dae, Free Lil Reagan, Free Lil Casey)