(We on X Games mode)
(Go, Payday, go)
Them niggas already know where we from, ayy, and who we with
Glock 19 with a big ol’ drum, ayy, and I ain’t gon’ miss
Older, I swear they don’t know ’bout struggle, huh, and what we did
Nigga, I’ll never ever leave my brother, by his side I stand
Thinkin’ I’m posse, ayy, I ain’t switch up shit
Nigga already know how I’m rockin’, ayy, I’ll swing the whole city
I’ll run down, nigga, pop my Glock, ayy, but I’ma pop my shit
Thot from Atlanta, I’ma pop my shit, ayy, I’ma pop my shit (Blatt)
Skeet it fat, I’ma make a snitch feel this shit (Oh yeah)
I was tryna peel me a bitch (Pop a pill)
My nigga waitin’ for appeal and shit (I swear)
These crackers tryna max out the jit (Oh yeah)
Thought I was broke ’til I brought out them racks on a bitch (Oh yeah)
All the twists in my fingers, stackin’ and shit (Oh yeah)
I got PC, he thought I was goin’ to the gym
Population, it’s trials and tribulations to this
Fuck races, they want me doin’ ages in this (Ain’t nothin’)
And I don’t want no patience for it (At all)
Pop out and get popped at by them jits (Baow, baow, baow)
Now I got blood on my kicks
Guitar hood, nigga, rock out with your clique (Come on)
We was posted up waitin’ for the blick (Yeah)
Ain’t no new niggas now, ain’t no new niggas in
We got two of ’em dropped off, he real quick take it in
I’ma ball ’til I fall, when I flop, I’m assist
Now lil’ O got the ball and the rock in his hand
It’s your court, nigga, ask who gon’ head do ’em in
Popped a Rover, they thought I was gon’ wreck in the wind (Skrrt)
And the trooper keep thinkin’ she gon’ catch the bitch
These crackers keep findin’ out shit ’cause it’s hit
I’m from where you get extorted by a jit
Them gold slugs gon’ talk, that’s shit
Them niggas already know where we from, ayy, and who we with
Glock 19 with a big ol’ drum, ayy, and I ain’t gon’ miss
Older, I swear they don’t know ’bout struggle, huh, and what we did
Nigga, I’ll never ever leave my brother, by his side I stand
Thinkin’ I’m posse, ayy, I ain’t switch up shit
Nigga already know how I’m rockin’, ayy, I’ll swing the whole city
I’ll run down, nigga, pop my Glock, ayy, but I’ma pop my shit
Thot from Atlanta, I’ma pop my shit, ayy, I’ma pop my shit
Yeah, you get right, get left (Get left)
I cook up, no chef (No chef)
Everybody rap ’bout death (‘Bout death)
But I’ma stay strapped, that’s fair (Yeah)
Gun on my hip, no belt (No belt)
When we step, we step (We step)
Ayy, when I was doin’ time, you left (You left)
When I was doin’ time, you left (You left)
Man, I was just stuck in my ways (I’m stuck in my ways)
I’m goin’ through pain and rage (All pain and rage)
Finna tell you locked in the cage (You locked in the cage)
I wanna go ride the wave (Go ride the wave)
These niggas be bitches, you hoes be lovin’
These niggas, so everybody fake (So everybody fake)
We up, we strapped with them glizzies, you move
Wrong, we send shots to the face (Yeah, ah)
Them niggas already know where we from, ayy, and who we with
Glock 19 with a big ol’ drum, ayy, and I ain’t gon’ miss
Older, I swear they don’t know ’bout struggle, huh, and what we did
Nigga, I’ll never ever leave my brother, by his side I stand
Thinkin’ I’m posse, ayy, I ain’t switch up shit
Nigga already know how I’m rockin’, ayy, I’ll swing the whole city
I’ll run down, nigga, pop my Glock, ayy, but I’ma pop my shit
Thot from Atlanta, I’ma pop my shit, ayy, I’ma pop my shit
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