🎱Pay What You Owe🎱

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Pay What You Owe hook 1 Always at the scene with some blood on my clothes Then I go sell coke to your ho I’m the shadow in the treeline, engine rumblin’ low, Skyline lights cuttin’ through the night like a UFO. If I drop that pack on you, better make that money grow — Cause when I come to get it back, boy, you already know. Crown Royal on my breath, loud smoke in my coat, Honey oil drippin’ slow like a country antidote. You can run your mouth online, but in person you choke — Pay what you owe, pay what you owe. Skyline GTR screamin’ like it’s huntin’ somethin’, Twin turbos talkin’ trash, country roads stay thumpin’. Got that loud pack twistin’ up, whole cab skunkin’, Honey oil drippin’ off the blunt like we owe it summpin Crown Royal in the cup, that caramel gold, I’m a farm‑raised menace with a city‑boy soul. From the sticks to the strip, I control my role, If I front you somethin’ heavy, better bring back the whole. verse 1 I ain’t playin’ with no maybe, I ain’t dealin’ with no debt, I’m the quiet kid from nowhere that you never should’ve met. I’m the storm in the silo, the spark in the shed, I’m the reason every rival keep a prayer by the bed. I don’t talk tough — I just show up and collect, I don’t chase threats — I just cash out respect. You can flex online, but in person you fold, I’m the country boy legend with the heart ice‑cold. hook 2 Skyline screamin’ down the gravel, better clear that lane, I ain’t chasin’ conversation, I’m just chasin’ what’s owed to my name. If I hand you somethin’ heavy, better flip it, better bring back flame — Cause when I circle back around, boy, everything change. Got that loud pack twistin’, got that Crown in the cup, Honey oil hittin’ like a comet when it busts. If I put that weight in your hands, don’t freeze up — Cause Kantagion don’t do excuses, I just show up. verse 2 I’m the chrome‑dripped phantom in the moonlit haze, GTR growlin’ like it’s tryin’ to misbehave. Got the loud so strong it could bend your wave, Got the honey oil hittin’ like a solar flare rave. Country boy roots but my aura interstellar, I’m the quiet one until I flip into a yeller. If you owe me somethin’, better hand it over clever, Cause I pull up like a storm that ain’t stoppin’ for the weather. I don’t reload — I just roll with extendos, I don’t play games — go play your Nintendo. I’m the outlaw shadow in the cornfield window, I’m the name whispered low when the whole town trembles. You ain’t built for the smoke that I drag through the night, You ain’t built for the torque when the GTR bites. I’m the country‑cosmic king with the neon crown bright, And I’ll collect what I’m owed whether wrong or right. hook3 When I pull up in that GTR, engine howlin’ like a beast, You better have that money counted, stacked up neat. I ain’t drivin’ through the backroads just to hear you speak — I came to take what’s mine, boy, I came to reap. Crown Royal in the console, loud smoke in the air, Honey oil on my fingers, country king in the chair. 💋🤜🏽🔥💜🥵🤬😡😎😈👿 If I drop that pack in your lap, you better move it quick — Cause when Kantagion come collectin’, ain’t no time to pick

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