Pain 3:16

Lyrics

Stepping like Giuseppe Leaning like that tower I put bricks in my hood Like they finna start a riot Fuck a hoe one time Now she think she five nine Bada-bing-bada-boom Hit you left right yeah.. This a AK-47 And them bullets paayaa.. Cut some dope Up in this bitch I'm cooking like a Cajun Neck so frosty, catch a drift I feel it every single time Smoke another pound of piff Bae pearl me up a three five Pop these purple ecstasy pills Look just like some raisins I touch keys of white and black I think I'm fucking Ray Charles Put these G Nikes to the mat They couldn't even walk a mile I just made a 100k And I ain't even crack a smile He the only white boy in the hood That look like Jon Snow Get them bows back doored Yeah, yeah, yeah That's facts though Put that pussy on a plateau Ill knock it right down Ima fuck that bitch Till she can't make a sound I just poured two ounces in a Faygo This ain't shit You should've seen my cup before Best believe I pop my shit Pop my collar, pop my blick Tesla truck on 369 Why this hoe keep blowing my phone Yeah, yeah, we up but I hit decline This a ak-47 And them bullets paayaa.. Cut my wrist My blood be greyer Than a pigeons back side I put ten up on his head I bet that fitted gone fly I'm from Choppa City, baby Hide ya daughter and ya wife Ima need more than one Take the script and come alive Pissing dirty on my P.O Had to pay her just to slide And I'm tucked up like a polo Had to strap up just to ride I'm from Choppa City, baby Best believe you gone die.. But I'm fine, too turnt up Might pop my shit on live This perc give me wings I don't need red bull I'm high Yeah, yeah, I'm paid But I still need mine on god It's hot right now But you can still catch me outside.. Moving all this motion Keep 'em sick They temp on rise Tell me why my hobby Hitting licks and taking lives I just spent ya rent Up on some kicks Can't wear it twice Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know you hating I see it in your eyes