Pain

[Verse]

These niggas ain’t ‘bout that

I put that lil pretty black barrel where they mouth at

You say you getting money, um I doubt that

Throw a rack at ‘em like nigga go and count that

Pain

I don’t kill shit, I massacre

I always keep a pretty bad bitch in my passenger

I tell her get her ass in the back if I’m mad at her

And if I see another bad bitch then I’m after her

Pain

A wise nigga told me wise up

Said even when your head down, always keep your eyes up

My brother was a blood, that’s why I throw that five up

He died from that shit, that’s why I keep that nine tucked

Five what up?

I let the shotgun size ‘em up

So I dare any of these big niggas to try they luck

When I met my nigga Rell, told him you gon’ ride or what?

It’s Redlyfe

Said of course he gon’ ride with us

Pain

Now we got the whole team here

And the whole squad hotter than a fucking beach chair

I’m a beast, yeah

Put me on a fucking leash, yeah

I grind 365, including every leap year

Pain

Fuck these niggas thought?

Ain’t nothing ‘bout me sweet, I’m from grimy ass New York

Brooklyn is the borough where everything thorough

I don’t do it for the rich, nah I do it for my ghetto

Listen, let me tell you

I’m so disrespectful

Any nigga I would step to, my lil niggas flex too

Pull that thing out, cock it back, it check you

Including who you next to, your mans could get stretched too

Pain

A lot of niggas hate me

Cause they bitch either want to date me or rape me

In between my legs is where your bitch face be

I disrespect hoes, even on a Drake beat, get it?

I was always taught never sweat a bitch

If that bitch acting up, go get a better bitch

And I was always taught never fear man

When it was time for me to fight I had to throw them hands

And leave that motherfucker where he stand

He acting up, I’m strapping up and send him to the man

I ain’t no killer but don’t push me

If these niggas got a problem

I’m in Brooklyn, tell ‘em look for me

I spit that ether

Had the streets waiting, now it’s time for me to feed them

Mixtape dropping, just us, no features

We don’t need niggas, them niggas need us

My gun cold-hearted, that bitch’ll make you freeze up

I call my gun my bitch and she love it when I squeeze her

Hoes down, G’s up, B’s up, we up

Broke niggas envy me cause I got my green up

Pain

I salute you if you hustle

Get it how you get it, cause nobody wants to struggle

Life gets rough, like a ruffle it’s a tough old

So keep your legs closed and don’t let it fuck you

Real shit

Man this game don’t love you

Cause when you getting money lot of niggas wanna touch you

I got trust issues, but only cause I want to

Cause even if I know you I don’t trust you, fuck you

Pain

Only god I look up to

And only my shit I bump to

Cause these rappers man, why the fuck they got a deal

They ain’t saying nothing real

And they punchlines suck too

I guess the game’s changing

But fuck it, I’m coming in that bitch and rearranging

My squad dangerous, pull it out, aim it

Bang it, leave a motherfucker head brainless

I’m a cool nigga

Always on that same shit

I fuck straight girls then I have ‘em on some gay shit

Pussy ass dykes, always on some hate shit

‘Til I spray shit that’ll put ‘em on they face quick

Yeah I eat the pussy and, yeah I love the pussy and

Yeah I got a pussy but never been a pussy

I’m just preparing for the summer

And the moral of this shit is that I’m back motherfucker