Текст песни Paid - Jigga Flames

Beat the block up mike Tyson
Hop out my lane you don't got no licenses
Talking shit gang a get you isis
My hands register we don't do no fighting
Niggas pussy they love to meow
If it's beef treat that nigga like some cow
Clap him up I'm real proud
Forget boxing he get hit with 12 rounds
He a snake I can see it in his eyes
Patato on the barrel turn it to fresh fries
Have his body stretch out exercise
Dump his body in the water baptizes

Got a glock it's blacker then Kodak
Your mans not welcome this is not a door mat
This ain't no party chopper came with a kickback
I ain't Steve job but I keep me a Mac ouuuuuu
Like the hot grease I stay popping
Put a bag on your head no auction
Shoot at youngin let see if you can block it
Put a round to his head he a dolphin
Brrr brrr brrr put a nigga in a coffin
The phones hot we ain't doing no talking

Came from the dirt but fly as bird,
Im good in da hood, my nigga what's da word.
Smoking on gas we blowing on herb,
Getting this money we play it like chess
Say you shooter, boy say with your chest,
223 gon Knock out your vest,
Known in da city for toting a tech,
BTS gang, dont fuck with rest,
Play with the mob you failing the test,
Spin on his block we do it best,
Ran up a check it's time to invest,
Brody draw down he repping the set,
This for my niggaz that banging that red,
Lil mama pull up she giving me head,
Don't fuck with the opps, them niggaz be dead.

He getting some money my nigga relate,
I'm in the trap let's have a debate,
Whip up the pot I'm baking a cake,
It's a depression im going outta state,
Fuck all this niggaz don't know why they hate,
Smoking exotic might pour up a eight,
Toting the yappa this nigga wont play.