CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Pain Script

Yuh, yuh, ay, yuh

b*t*h, I been take a loss, huh
Life bluer than my balls, huh
People living off the moss, huh
Rusty, crusty, your b*t*h tossed, huh
I'm still salty and I love it, huh
I'm still the only one livin' above it
I run my business, I live on the budget
Make it myself, while you b*t*hes is puppets
All of my b*t*hes is bussin'
All of my homies made somethin' from nothin'
Nobody do how I does it
If they could they would of done it, if it's money then we cut it
I don't get time for discussin'
Life been on track how I run it
Ain't gonna tell you I air out the function
But I got problems from mental consumption, yuh-yuh

Back to the pack, I feel her in my jack
Rent the staff, ya daddy cut thе check
Ice on the wrist, but thеy slit the neck
Back to back, I lay my soul to rest
Call what you want
Boy, you fake with the pump
Act like you carry the stuff
You just a mof**kin' punk
Action ain't sh*t that you trust
b*t*h, you a one and you done
Yuh, call what you want
Boy you a fake with the pump, yuh

b*t*h, I'll take my life, before I ever claim the street, yuh
People off and dyin', but that's problems we don't see, yuh
I don't want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign, yuh
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe, yuh
I don't want no vulture, but they listen, act a feign, yuh
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe, yuh

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep that b*t*h just to f**k it
I ain’t never really love it
Body stack, I’m above it
Get the paper finger f**k it
I love it, I’m bodying b*t*hes in public
Yeah-yeah, I got what I wanted I did it myself
All of ya people been f**king with 12
I walk around and I’m grippin' my belt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ten of my b*t*h can’t take that sh*t
Double my pay, yeah, f**k that split
Got it all black, can’t see my fit
Can’t see that sh*t like, yeah-yeah
It don’t matter what you wanted I got it
Already can’t sell my clique
I been through it I been did it
I'm f**king around, I’m on my sh*t

I just bought the first gun
I just caught the first one, yeah-yeah
I ain’t paying my bond
Get ya brother out the pond, yeah-yeah
I compare to y’all best
I could f**k up y’all set, yeah uh
I could send it through a vest
Give that pu**y b*t*h a rest, hah
I start sippin' black
I can’t run it back
I’m on track, watch me hit my sh*t
Flip that f**king b*t*h, let her quit
GET IT RIGHT BACK
HE AIN'T NEVER COMING BACK, UH
PUT THE b*t*h DOWN
SHE WON'T LOVE ME WHEN I'M DOWN, UH