Forever Paid - Toosii

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 gone fade

Bitch well Imma 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, thirty in my mag, fuck what you know boy

Brodie just hit me like cool, aight fuck it, now how we gone play it

Told em' that we gone sit on that bitch for a month then we gone spray it

Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at

We gone 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 gone

hunt down

Sweet on em' we gone 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 back street 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 gone take em where the plug is

We gone 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 gone face em

And I hope he got his glick, even if he do, then we gone 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 gone fade

Bitch well Imma 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, thirty in my mag, fuck what you know boy

Brodie just hit me like cool, aight fuck it, now how we gone play it

Told em' that we gone sit on that bitch for a month then we gone spray it

Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at

We gone 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 gone die for me to fuck his baby mama, she moist

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 Imma 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 gone 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 gone fade

Bitch well Imma 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, thirty in my mag, fuck what you know boy

Brodie just hit me like cool, aight fuck it, now how we gone play it

Told em' that we gone sit on that bitch for a month then we gone spray it

Since niggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at

We gone let they block be the place that we link and play at