Pay The Tab ft. ATL Jacob Lyrics

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 fuck 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 I'm 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 fuck 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