Chuco - Should of Paid Us

This for fans and this for the haters
I hop out that sand to swim with the gators
I'm popping a Xan, I'm seeing you later
I hop out that van that boy should of paid us

Fuck it lets boost the adrenaline
My homie a felon still pop at ya melon and
That boy there ain't settling
I put that on God up the gun on the reverend
Up the gun on the president
That boy go to heaven and post at the gate
Cause you know they can't let him in dawg

I just want him to live long
But bro what the fuck ama tell him he know that he dead wrong
Could only see up to his neck I don't know where his head gone
My brodie my wodie I love you for life til you dead gone

I pay a stack for the reup
strap like Madea
Pay for the pan not for Peter

I'm on da track like a meter
Fucking my heat up
Run for that check not Adidas

No cap said he fuck her then meet her
Pour up a liter
Fuck on that bitch and delete her

Her nigga been looking to beat us
He in a Prius
Looking for somewhere to meet us

My nigga been stacking that money, I'm stacking that money we up
Shit, as long as he ain't touching my money my nigga I aint giving no fucks
Yea and nigga een' talk to my momma so long ain't even no rush
Yea and nigga don't call me your brother no more ain't even no trust

But this for fans and this for the haters
I hop out that sand to swim with the gators
I'm popping a Xan, I'm seeing you later
I hop out that van that boy should of paid us

Bro don't stop you killing it
This a one stop shop we selling it
He get shot he telling it
My lil bro got pop he healing it
He get rob he giving it
Better use that glock no fearing it
Cali weed inhaling it
If you need that shit we mailing it

Vacuum seal we sealing it
Get the tracking code we trailing it
Trap so long no scaling it
I go back to school I'm failing it
No cap in this shit, no tale in it
I got back to jail I'm bailing it
The feds come now they nailing it
Why the fuck so much detail in it

No bounce from the bunny I ran up the money you know it ain't shit to get fly
Keep a gun in the car if he lookup the plate all he seeing is straight Enterprise
I know I'm a star I don't even lookup cause it probably ain't shit in the sky
I know I'm a star I don't even hookup cause she probably gone think she the bride

But this for fans and this for the haters
I hop out that sand to swim with the gator
I'm popping a Xan, I'm seeing you later
I hop out that van that boy should of paid us

Yeah
Shoulda pay up
He ain't need no wrapping for that whip go get it spray up
Drop that fucking body at the church and tell'em pray up
Call his fucking momma super late and make her stay up

Yea I make her stay up

He think ain't nobody fucked his bitch that hoe a layup
He think ain't nobody got that stick I send him way up
He think aint nobody got that shit I got it, yeah
He think aint nobody got that blick I doubt it, yeah

He think ain't nobody taking risk, I did that's the way I live
Up in Liv, ain't got shit to give, selling dope and pills
Got the bills, nigga got the chills, got that nigga killed,
Fuck the deal, nigga fuck the million

But this for fans and this for the haters
I hop out that sand to swim with the gator
I'm popping a Xan, I'm seeing you later
I hop out that van that boy should of paid us

Written by:
Chuco Brennen

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