Pay The Tab (feat. ATL Jacob)
Raw Dawg
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Hannnnnnnn If we get her then we fucking He in a bag like some luggage I don't put no J's on my feet All my shoes double C's In Atl with the killers and still send Bags to the dealers All my belts is DOUBLE GG Sent first class from Italy Even though we got foreign on Deliver still ride with the choppa in the Middle These niggas still scared of the Po's I guess you ain't never seen a ghost I ain't talking how Johnny sold his Soul I'm talking bout the stars in a Rolls Money couldn't make me any realer I still got cash on deliver If I get a milli for the deal I'd split 500 Wit the killers I then faced all my fears I walked through the woods with the Bears I wrapped the woods around the Runts Even got wood grain Cartiers I got my lil niggas up next I put 50 holes in the tech In my hood they call me bell cause Since 19 I ran the jets Even if he don't die I still got pay the Tab Baby raw don't where a mask he'll Still kill ya ass in public Click with a switch it shoot a 50 When you touch it Know that it's 10 years I still ride Around like f*ck it Ima Popstar I got saweetie on my Bucket list Baby gone be mad but if we get her Then we fucking Let's just change the subject I catch Buddy it get ugly Drac with a fold he in a bag like some Luggage Just watched juice's documentary it's Crazy I can't lie Cause when I looked in his eyes it Just made me want get high Cause when I'm high it just feels like I'm alive So if he was high when he died did He really die All up in these streets Look him in his eyes and hit ya target Send that boy up to the sky send him Where he started at Niggas out here cap ash they need to Have a starter cap Started out with one house now rell He having several traps Yeah we like to head shot we don't Like to shoot the back How the hell im spitting shit I'm the one that made the track Yeah mhmmm he spinning shit He like to spin back to back They say how you burning cash I know ima make it back I been stacking shit right up From the floor up to the ceiling I Then Cashed out on 2 trucks Cant smoke unless it's smoke so you Better nuck if you buck I'm moving they motion stuck If you up it you better bus Catch you stealing ya hand get cut Yeah Even if he don't die I still got pay the Tab Baby raw don't where a mask he'll Still kill ya ass in public Glock with a switch it shoot a 50 When you touch it Know that it's 10 years I still ride Around like f*ck it Ima Popstar I got saweetie on my Bucket list Baby gone be mad but if we get her Then we fucking Let's just change the subject I catch Buddy it get ugly Drac with a fold he in a bag like some luggage Just watched juice's documentary it's Crazy I can't lie Cause when I looked in his eyes it Just made me want get high Cause when I'm high it just feels like I'm alive So if he was high when he died did He really die Rip my nigga juice long live juice
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Written by: Jacob Canady, Rashaan Stinson
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