Paid in Full ft. BCA Ealey & JJDhaP Lyrics

Haaaa

Gang

Gang

Gang

I slide thru your muthafuckin city

2 Glocks 2 drums bitch look like some titties

Headshot deadshot aim right at his fitted

I walk in the club and I'm clutching that smitty

I catch his ass lacking ian leaving no witness

Pillow talk to a bitch tryna blemish my image

Wanna link up 5v5 no scrimmage

You speak on the gang and we upping them semi's

You speak on the gang and we upping them poles

Pull up to the club and we rocking the show

I'm sipping that Tec got me moving real slow

But you know that I'm always clutching that pole

So run up on me and I'm upping the score

Nigga claim he shooter but that nigga froze

Nigga said fuck 12 but that nigga told

Nigga say he in the streets but he really a hoe

Tryna find Big Ealey yeah i be in the trap house

And I'm scrapped with that Glock and I'm counting them sacks down

Feel like Stanley get the fuck off my grass now

And I'm fucking your bitch only want her from the waist down

And my niggas sliding we don't need no playground

Caught him at the corner store now he in the grave now

Play with the gang you gone hear how that K sound

We slide on yo block and we let off a hunnid rounds

BCA BE THE GANG

Aye

I tried to keep my cool but niggas steady testing me

These bitches all deceived i can't let em get the best of me

That codeine in my drank see nun but codeine when I pee

Inhaling Za the odor foul where the fuck the referee

We take off his face we gone leave his ass slumped

Smoking on gas shit smell like a skunk

Breast cancer my pockets got hundreds in lumps

Turn up at your party we get the shit crunk

You send off a diss ima throw you some bullets like Brady

Or you can robbed like Grunk

Gone off this drank in the whip while driving Ms Daisy

Meditating like a monk

Pop a X cause my ex bitch mad she got dumped

My niggas gone step you run up you'll get stomped

Can't fuck with you niggas you niggas some punks

Hit her from the back while I'm smacking her rump

Swerving the SCAT off codeine like I'm drunk

The motor a beast got some bass in the trunk

You niggas is bitches you niggas is chumps

You niggas my sons to you im big unc

One call DJ he pull up with the pump

Aye

2 Choppas 4 titties this shit can wicked

Lil bitch can get dick but that pussy wont lick it

Rolling up gas and this shit kinda sticky

Don't try to run off bullets hit ya like Ricky

Realest around feel like i need a metal

I'm high as the fuck you can't get on my level

12 get behind me i stomp on the pedal

I need me a lot so for less I wont settle

My city chaotic its always some shit

Can't trust a nigga they really be slick

Chasing a bag no i never won't quit

Pull up to the mall spend some racks on a fit

Come from the sip you know this shit can get muddy

I'm fucking a bitch while she fucking her buddy

Talking that shit

Pull up Huggie

Wet up your block make a whole lot of ruckus

Can't catch me lacking i stay on my pivot

Hit em with 2 call that nigga Blake Griffin

This clip 33 make me feel like I'm Pippen

Hit you and your mans just because you was with em

Rolling up gas you know I'm smoking on diesel

Hit from back then you know I'ma leave her

Only exotic don't fuck with the reefer

Posted in the jack better not fuck with my people

I tried to keep my cool but niggas steady testing me

These bitches all deceived i can't let em get the best of me

That codeine in my drank see nun but codeine when I pee

Inhaling Za the odor foul where the fuck the referee