M.M. Capone, Outlaw3700 - Payroll Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
(The Blue Eyed Bandit)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
I'm shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll
The pesos, the euros, the dollars
She hot she gone do what she wanna (Uh)
Got the blade on me, Kitana
I knew shit was real
I'm living for honor
I'm living forever
I'm living for fossils (Uh)
Ancient shit all on my collar (Uh)
Please, don't yank on my collar
I'm covered with green
They calling me Yoda (Uh)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
I'm shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
Seven headed dragon
From the Land (Uh)
Turn the blunt to dust
I feel like I'm the fucking man (Uh)
Turn your fucking cheek
before I smack it with my hand (Uh)
I cannot fuck with you
If you hooked up on them Xans (Ugh)
No not them Xans (Ugh)
I lost too many of my closest friends
I can't go back
And revive my man
I can't go back
You see what I'm saying? (Uh)
They think it's a joke
But no bitch I'm not playing
Once they're gone you can't see them again
A moment of silence for all of my dead
(Outlaw)
Hold on
Moment of silence for all of my dead
Fuck a vest shot, bitch we aim at your head (Uh)
Yeah bitch we aim at yo head
It's sum like winter
We slide like a sled
Might fuck on a thotty, count paper instead
These niggas like pencils we fill em' with lead (Uh)
I'm pouring up wocky, that red
Giuseppe on my shoes
My bitch want Vetements on her boobs (Aye)
Nigga thought he had some clout,
I ain't even know his name, like "who is you?"
I ain't even worried bout clout
I just stay in my lane and I count up them blues
Nigga ain't gettin no racks
I just spent his little Instagram flex on food
(Aye, hold on, yuh)
Shittin' on yo payroll (Bitch)
Shittin' on yo payroll
I know some matones that aim for your pesos
Need me a solid bitch, can't fuck with fake hoes
When Outlaw pull up pussy boy better lay low,
Me and the gang Master Chief and the opps,
Roll em' up and we leave em
With halos (Outlaw)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
I'm shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh)

Yeah, yeah
(The Blue Eyed Bandit)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
I'm shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll
The pesos, the euros, the dollars
She hot she gone do what she wanna (Uh)
Got the blade on me, Kitana
I knew shit was real
I'm living for honor
I'm living forever
I'm living for fossils (Uh)
Ancient shit all on my collar (Uh)
Please, don't yank on my collar
I'm covered with green
They calling me Yoda (Uh)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah)
I'm shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
Seven headed dragon
From the Land (Uh)
Turn the blunt to dust
I feel like I'm the fucking man (Uh)
Turn your fucking cheek
before I smack it with my hand (Uh)
I cannot fuck with you
If you hooked up on them Xans (Ugh)
No not them Xans (Ugh)
I lost too many of my closest friends
I can't go back
And revive my man
I can't go back
You see what I'm saying? (Uh)
They think it's a joke
But no bitch I'm not playing
Once they're gone you can't see them again
A moment of silence for all of my dead
(Outlaw)
Hold on
Moment of silence for all of my dead
Fuck a vest shot, bitch we aim at your head (Uh)
Yeah bitch we aim at yo head
It's sum like winter
We slide like a sled
Might fuck on a thotty, count paper instead
These niggas like pencils we fill em' with lead (Uh)
I'm pouring up wocky, that red
Giuseppe on my shoes
My bitch want Vetements on her boobs (Aye)
Nigga thought he had some clout,
I ain't even know his name, like "who is you?"
I ain't even worried bout clout
I just stay in my lane and I count up them blues
Nigga ain't gettin no racks
I just spent his little Instagram flex on food
(Aye, hold on, yuh)
Shittin' on yo payroll (Bitch)
Shittin' on yo payroll
I know some matones that aim for your pesos
Need me a solid bitch, can't fuck with fake hoes
When Outlaw pull up pussy boy better lay low,
Me and the gang Master Chief and the opps,
Roll em' up and we leave em
With halos (Outlaw)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on the payroll (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
I'm shittin' on yo payroll (Uh, yeah)
Shittin' on your payroll (Uh)