Gangsta Pain

(Kayo, this one crazy, fool)

(SAUCEboy shit, what you want me to play)

(Ayy, KyngRee got me gased up)

I say it's crazy

Got day ones, some ain't make it (Mm-mm)

Don' start runnin' from my love

You know that I ain't waiting

Shit, I just wanted to fuck

And you just wanted a baby (Mm-mm)

And you probably don't even like

My music, well lil' bitch, don't play it

I remember days up in that

Field and I was thuggin', for real

(Mm-mm) smoking Swishers on the front porch

And after eighth grade make it

Home to my steel (Steel)

That boy ain't never went on no drill, yeah

(Drill, yeah)

Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Crib, yeah)

You play and you get filled, yeah

(Filled, yeah)

They shootin' and they ain't

Even shootin' back (O oh)

You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause

That shit ain't even facts

They pull up with choppas

(Mm-mm, mm) , after that your

Head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm, mm)

Get some head and nut, then after that I

(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch

From the back (Mm-mm, mm)

You was speakin' on my partner

You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

They slingin' choppas just to gun you down

And leave you on the ground, yeah

(Mm-mm, mm) oh no, don't cry now, your

Partner he got caught, you're

(Mm-mm, mm) outta bounds, bitch (Mm-mm, mm)

Go get some revenge

Leave one of them pussy niggas

In the ground then (Mm-mm, mm)

I keep a frown up on my face

(Mm-mm, mm) , Glock up on my waist

Don't make no sound then

But I might just pray

(Mm-mm, mm) for him every night 'cause I

Know he don't trust these niggas (Mm-mm

Mm) if I keep them niggas around

(Mm-mm, mm) , why would you let

Them niggas hurt my image? (Mm-mm, mm)

I remember days up in that

Field and I was thuggin', for real

(Mm-mm) smoking Swishers on the front porch

And after eighth grade make it

Home to my steel (Steel)

That boy ain't never went on no drill, yeah

(Drill, yeah)

Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Crib, yeah)

You play and you get filled, yeah

(Filled, yeah)

They shootin' and they ain't

Even shootin' back (O oh)

You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause

That shit ain't even facts

They pull up with choppas

(Mm-mm, mm) , after that your

Head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm, mm)

Get some head and nut, then after that I

(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch

From the back (Mm-mm, mm)

You was speakin' on my partner

You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

I remember days up in that

Field and I was thuggin', for real

(Mm-mm, mm)

Smoking Swishers on the front porch

(Mm-mm, mm) , and after eighth grade make

It home to my steel (Mm, mm)

That boy ain't never went on no drill, yea

(Mm-mm, mm)

Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)

You play and you get filled, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)

They shootin' and they ain't

Even shootin' back (O oh)

You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause

That shit ain't even facts (Mm-mm, mm)

They pull up with choppas (Mm-mm, mm)

After that your head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm)

Get some head and nut, then after that I

(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch

From the back (Mm-mm, mm) m

You was speakin' on my partner

You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

Uh, uh, breaks up in my head

I fuck that bitch and then forget her

(Mm-mm, mm)

When they catch that lil' boy lackin'

(Mm-mm, mm) , pray to God

Ain't with 'em (Mm-mm, mm)

Bitch, I'm straight from out the pack

(Mm-mm, mm) , you know I keep

That fucking blick up (Mm-mm, mm)

Bullet hit him in the stomach

(Mm-mm, mm) like he finna

Do some sit-ups (Mm-mm, mm)

What the fuck you try the green for?

They hope out, they tryna peel some'

(Mm-mm, mm)

I said them boys know I'ma get 'em

(Mm-mm, mm) , they ain't shootin'

For no reason (Mm, mm)

When they shootin', they tryna kill some'

(Mm-mm, mm) i told 'em somethin' we was

Gon' ball every season (Mm-mm, mm)

I said how, "How you know that shit

(Mm-mm, mm) when you ain't never feel it"

I say I don't care, but deep inside

You know I really feel it (Mm-mm, mm)

Really want (Mm-mm, mm) you to be inside

But baby girl, say, listen (Mm)

Yeah, I'm stressin'

Most of my brothers up in prison (Mm-mm, mm)

You know I keep my weapon (Mm-mm, mm)

You probably don't know that

I'm with my tick (Mm-mm, mm)

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I remember days up in that

Field and I was thuggin', for real

(Mm-mm) smoking Swishers on the front porch

And after eighth grade make it

Home to my steel (Steel)

That boy ain't never went on no drill, yeah

(Drill, yeah)

Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Crib, yeah)

You play and you get filled, yeah

(Filled, yeah)

They shootin' and they ain't

Even shootin' back (O oh)

You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause

That shit ain't even facts

They pull up with choppas

(Mm-mm, mm) , after that your

Head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm, mm)

Get some head and nut, then after that I

(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch

From the back (Mm-mm, mm)

You was speakin' on my partner

You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

I remember days up in that

Field and I was thuggin', for real

(Mm-mm, mm)

Smoking Swishers on the front porch

(Mm-mm, mm) , and after eighth grade make

It home to my steel (Mm, mm)

That boy ain't never went on no drill, yea

(Mm-mm, mm)

Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)

You play and you get filled, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)

They shootin' and they ain't

Even shootin' back (O oh)

You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause

That shit ain't even facts (Mm-mm, mm)

They pull up with choppas (Mm-mm, mm)

After that your head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm)

Get some head and nut, then after that I

(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch

From the back (Mm-mm, mm) m

You was speakin' on my partner

You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm

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