Forever Paid

(YoungTN Productions) uh

(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy), uh, yeah

You know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket
I ain't doing no minimum wage
He sellin' blicks then we gettin' 'em hit, I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's, thought that we gon' fade, ayy

Bitch, well, I'ma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dope boy
He shouldn't be no problem now we
Got the drop, I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood my shit go skrt
Young niggas in the hood like "Oh boy"

Know my bag, 30 in my mag, fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool, a'ight fuck it, now how we gon' play it
Told 'em that we gon' sit on that bitch for a month then we gon' spray it, ayy
Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gon' let they block be the place that we link and play at

Brodie been yelling out "Free bodies" for a month now
Hit the block, we gon' hunt down
Sweet on 'em we gon' run down
Told 'em ditch the glick, put the gun down
Talking 'bout his face card good, tell 'em show his face in our hood
'Cause we on the backstreet and we pack heat, we been wishing y'all would

Fuck all that tough shit, know who he run wit'
We can run in his crib but that shit ain't where the funds is
And if he ain't got no racks then we gon' take 'em where the plug is
We gon' show 'em I ain't the nigga he wanna fuck wit'
Gangsta love, I ain't got love if the nigga ain't a gangsta
Wack nigga wit' a lil' bit of bread they
Don't fuck that nigga, know he a wangsta
I be tired of the fakers, sooner or later we gon' face 'em
And I hope he got his glick, even if he do, then we gon' bang em

You know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket
I ain't doing no minimum wage
He sellin' blicks then we gettin' 'em hit, I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's, thought that we gon' fade, ayy

Bitch, well, I'ma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dope boy
He shouldn't be no problem now we
Got the drop, I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood my shit go skrt
Young niggas in the hood like "Oh boy"

Know my bag, 30 in my mag, fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool, a'ight fuck it, now how we gon' play it
Told 'em that we gon' sit on that bitch for a month then we gon' spray it, ayy
Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gon' let they block be the place that we link and play at

Still in the hood with the D-Boyz, keep it G-lock, no decoy
Beef with old ass niggas like Leroy
Fuck I look like smokin' a lil' boy
Come on they block and let it bang, shoot through the TV no choice
He gon' die for me to fuck his baby mama, she moist (uh)

I done did it from upstate to Carolina's
He said that he did it, ain't hear about 'em
Seen 'em in person, ain't care about 'em
Nigga died from a wreck, and he swear he shot 'em
Bitch, I don't do no cap, I could take me a nap, run a lap, I'ma don like dada
Lil' cuz do voodoo, put V's on a nigga, I ain't gotta call my top shotta

I be solo, solo and he probably gon' talk like he on gang time
I be on demon time I still a bang mine
I'm the top recruit in my city, nigga, ain't I?
Still a go out in public, I'm 'bout my lonely, ain't I?

You know I'm forever paid
I got them racks right inside of my pocket
I ain't doing no minimum wage
He sellin' blicks then we gettin' 'em hit, I ain't come to play
He know we draw K's, thought that we gon' fade, ayy

Bitch, well, I'ma make a stain
New cutter, in a Cullinan like a dope boy
He shouldn't be no problem now we
Got the drop, I be riding with ole' boy
Swerve through the hood my shit go skrt
Young niggas in the hood like "Oh boy"

Know my bag, 30 in my mag, fuck what you know boy
Brodie just hit me like cool, a'ight fuck it, now how we gon' play it
Told 'em that we gon' sit on that bitch for a month then we gon' spray it, ayy
Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
We gon' let they block be the place that we link and play at