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letra de pay up - gustie

[intro – gustie]

give me my money, b-tch
give me my money, b-tch
give me my money, b-tch
give me my money, b-tch
give me my money, b-tch
give me my money, b-tch
give me my money, b-tch

[hook – gustie]

pay up
pay up
pay up
pay up
pay up
pay up
pay up
pay up
you better give me a check
or i’ll pull up on you and i’ll spray with my tec
i’m smaller but meaner than shrek
if i don’t get my money then blood on the deck

[verse 1 – gustie]

chain on my neck cost me twenty
i can’t sleep at night so i’m poppin’ a benny
i have several guns i’ve got many
if you pull up on me i’ll k!ll you like kenny
f-ckin’ a b-tch her name jenny
i shoot at his crib and i’m takin’ attendees
at parties i’m drinkin’ the henny
i pass the f-ck out that’s a win like an emmy
ayy yuh
yack on the track and i vomit this sh-t’ll turn white into black
he want to come k!ll me, i told him attack
but he didn’t do sh-t, now his shooters gon’ laugh
i said if he run up, i’m takin’ his pack
and he never showed up so i shoot at his back
i pulled up on him with my shooters in black
and we scat the f-ck out so our paper could stack
lil b-tch you don’t want to f-ck with me
if you pull up on me you get r.i.p.’d
we bust off a cap at john riley
and then go get some chicken right after hy-vee
i always be working but that’s a high key
got that swoosh on my shirt, now we talkin’ nike
if you pull up on me then i’ll take your psyche
now i’m all on the news with o’reilly

[hook – gustie]

[verse 2 – zotiyac]

ayy
you better watch what you talk, we do walk-ups
fall on ass, fall to sidewalk and get chopped up
shots fired
ayy
you better watch what you talk, we do walk-ups
fall on ass, fall to sidewalk and get chalked up
bullet get caught that’s your fault since you talk tough
f-ck it we ball, b-tch better boss up, ayy
a bullet get tossed up, uh, ayy
hope somebody caught that
shotty leave sharp ice, b-tch get your jaw cracked
step on a n-gga to scr-pe like a doormat
oh, that n-gga macho? oh, he think he pablo?
no, he think he chapo, he demi lovato
walk up and paint your sh-t, say me picasso
aiming that banger at any bravado
uh
this ain’t no regular sh-t
hit the gas, pass, pick up a zip
boy you pass ass, still won’t be sh-t
if i’m catchin’ a flight then you catchin’ a clip
finesse on a b-tch, don’t spend racks on no hoe
am i stressin’ a b-tch n-gga? that’s a no-no
pole make you airborne, that’s a povo
while i’m puffin’ on nuggets that look like cocos
ayy, n0body say sh-t ‘bout my fanbase
if you ain’t got one, i can at least stand straight
a n-gga jump off of the d-mn stage
n0body catch him he land on his d-mn face

[bridge – zotiyac]

so soft, when them foes out, it ain’t no talk
crow caw, that’s a homicide that they won’t solve

[hook – gustie]

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