Lyrics
(Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me
Fuck you- fuck you- fuck you, pay me)
Sat back in the trenches with my strap, I'ma member
Loaded, I ain't even freak my black 'fore I hit it
All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack 'til I'm limpin'
All I'm thinkin' dishin' off this pack to my nigga
All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings
All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack 'til I'm missin'
All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas
All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, yeah, get back for that
Just in case you thought that I forgot, I remember
It took way too long to hit me back to consider
I still bang the same shit from way back, I ain't flippin'
Big as you could think or picture that, but just bigger
I'm who hit the road and made it back with that chicken
Why do all that gangsta shit then rat? I don't get it
Gave y'all the blueprint then fade to black like I'm Jigga
Losses that I took, don't change the fact, I'm a winner
Sat back in the trenches with my strap, I'ma member
Loaded, I ain't even freak my black 'fore I hit it
All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack 'til I'm limpin'
All I'm thinkin' dishin' off this pack to my nigga
All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings
All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack 'til I'm missin'
All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas
All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, yeah, get back for that
Kicked the cup when Tec' was at his peak and now I'm back to sippin'
Back on that appeal, they cracked the gates, nigga, back to trippin'
Wired sent to Hutch and Benny Baller, lil' half a ticket
We the ones around this motherfucker, go and ask them bitches
Brackin' with it, we ain't wrestlin' with you, we gon' smack a nigga
Had it on you, you ain't Chip Ahoy 'em, you's a rapper, nigga
Where he land? Any yard he touch, I make it bad for niggas
Bad intention, Brash Dummy Records, we gon' crash a nigga
Rollie came from lil' bruh, he blessed me when he grabbed a nigga
Cuban from the prostitute, paid 50K in cash, lil' nigga