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