Paid in Full (feat. BCA Ealey & JJDhaP)

Haaaa Gang Gang Gang I slide thru your muthafuckin city 2 Glocks 2 drums bitch look like some titties Headshot deadshot aim right at his fitted I walk in the club and I'm clutching that smitty I catch his ass lacking ian leaving no witness Pillow talk to a bitch tryna blemish my image Wanna link up 5v5 no scrimmage You speak on the gang and we upping them semi's You speak on the gang and we upping them poles Pull up to the club and we rocking the show I'm sipping that Tec got me moving real slow But you know that I'm always clutching that pole So run up on me and I'm upping the score Nigga claim he shooter but that nigga froze Nigga said fuck 12 but that nigga told Nigga say he in the streets but he really a hoe Tryna find Big Ealey yeah i be in the trap house And I'm scrapped with that Glock and I'm counting them sacks down Feel like Stanley get the fuck off my grass now And I'm fucking your bitch only want her from the waist down And my niggas sliding we don't need no playground Caught him at the corner store now he in the grave now Play with the gang you gone hear how that K sound We slide on yo block and we let off a hunnid rounds BCA BE THE GANG Aye I tried to keep my cool but niggas steady testing me These bitches all deceived i can't let em get the best of me That codeine in my drank see nun but codeine when I pee Inhaling Za the odor foul where the fuck the referee We take off his face we gone leave his ass slumped Smoking on gas shit smell like a skunk Breast cancer my pockets got hundreds in lumps Turn up at your party we get the shit crunk You send off a diss ima throw you some bullets like Brady Or you can robbed like Grunk Gone off this drank in the whip while driving Ms Daisy Meditating like a monk Pop a X cause my ex bitch mad she got dumped My niggas gone step you run up you'll get stomped Can't fuck with you niggas you niggas some punks Hit her from the back while I'm smacking her rump Swerving the SCAT off codeine like I'm drunk The motor a beast got some bass in the trunk You niggas is bitches you niggas is chumps You niggas my sons to you im big unc One call DJ he pull up with the pump Aye 2 Choppas 4 titties this shit can wicked Lil bitch can get dick but that pussy wont lick it Rolling up gas and this shit kinda sticky Don't try to run off bullets hit ya like Ricky Realest around feel like i need a metal I'm high as the fuck you can't get on my level 12 get behind me i stomp on the pedal I need me a lot so for less I wont settle My city chaotic its always some shit Can't trust a nigga they really be slick Chasing a bag no i never won't quit Pull up to the mall spend some racks on a fit Come from the sip you know this shit can get muddy I'm fucking a bitch while she fucking her buddy Talking that shit Pull up Huggie Wet up your block make a whole lot of ruckus Can't catch me lacking i stay on my pivot Hit em with 2 call that nigga Blake Griffin This clip 33 make me feel like I'm Pippen Hit you and your mans just because you was with em Rolling up gas you know I'm smoking on diesel Hit from back then you know I'ma leave her Only exotic don't fuck with the reefer Posted in the jack better not fuck with my people I tried to keep my cool but niggas steady testing me These bitches all deceived i can't let em get the best of me That codeine in my drank see nun but codeine when I pee Inhaling Za the odor foul where the fuck the referee