Payback
03 Greedo, Kenny Beats, OHGEESY
I'ma pull up in a Benz, ay, ay (three)
Unlimited (bitch), strategic (all day)
Whoa Kenny! (Ay)
Gucci shoes
With the pimped out Gucci suit (sippin' champagne in the Gucci store)
I got tartan, but I can't pay my rent
I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends (bitch)
It's Gucci it ain't Timb' (bitch, weird ass nigga)
I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my lens
I might pull up in a Benz (I love my dogs like Ralo)
All them tips is hollow
Bulletproof SUV, it's a motherfuckin' Tahoe
Need my money fast, real fast, like pronto
Sippin' on that pink, smooth grain, like Wanda and Cosmo
I bounce out with a stick
The way you bounce that ass make a nigga cum quick
She fuckin' on my jewels, she fuckin' all the jits
All my lil' homies, they done been fucked your bitch
Trickin' on that hoe, you payin' all her rent
She say that pussy yours, why the fuck it got a stench?
Beamer and and a Benz, she drivin' all my friends
She act like she in love
But that ho, she pretend, ay (ay)
Gucci shoes
With the pimped out Gucci suit (sippin' champagne in the Gucci store)
I got tartan, but I can't pay my rent
I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends (bitch)
It's Gucci it ain't Timb' (bitch, weird ass nigga)
I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my lens
I might pull up in a Benz
Watch me pull up in that Maybach (bitch)
Told 'em haters this way payback
You was hatin', I don't play that (lame ass nigga)
Keep a chopper, I'ma spray that (ay)
This a AR, I don't keep the K, man
Ooh, I was stuntin' like a caveman (long hair)
Got the Grizzley bear, niggas actin' weird
I'm a real street nigga, love is all I fear
Fuckin' with my peers, ooh, ooh
I sip lean, I do not fuck with beers
(All you niggas weird) ooh, ooh
Tats on my face and I don't go no tattoo tears
Still a killer nigga, ain't no realer nigga
I feel like Boosie on that thriller, nigga
Ooh, Michael Jackson, I'ma thriller nigga
Ooh, I'ma snort a case and heal a nigga
Gucci shoes
With the pimped out Gucci suit (sippin' champagne in the Gucci store)
I got tartan, but I can't pay my rent
I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends (bitch)
It's Gucci it ain't Timb'
I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my lens
I might pull up in a Benz
I'ma pull up in a Benz
Watch me pull up in a Benz
I'ma pull up in Benz, I'ma pull up in Benz
Watch me pull up in a Benz
Gucci, not no Timb'
Feel like Baby, and I'm slim
That shit hard, I like it
Written by: Alejandro Carranza, Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Jason Jackson, Kenneth Charles III Blume, Paul Schuele JudgeLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING, EMPIRE PUBLISHINGLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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