Pain Killers lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Sledgren, this sh*t slap)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a made n*gga (Huh), self-made n*gga (Yeah)
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n*gga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know my name, it's on my waist, put it in your face, n*gga (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, n*gga (Uh-uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I ran it up, but somehow I still hang with gravediggers (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know what's up (What's up), a multi-million dollar gang member (Gang)
These n*ggas, they be gossiping like b*tches, I can't hang with 'em
And I ain't got no feelings, I will pop you like a painkiller (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 1]
n*gga, I'm hardbody, why would I talk pillow? (What?)
You know I got that iron on me, yup, I got that skillet (Yеah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't nevеr hidin', if it's yellow, then I'm in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And ten times out of ten, best believe I got it with me (Yeah)
I just got the drop, my young n*ggas tryna spin it
Yeah, lemon squeeze triggers, got some lemons in my pendant (Lemon)
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout another n*gga, I handle businesses
Yeah, you bleed like I bleed, n*gga, you want it, you can get it (What's up?)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a made n*gga (Huh), self-made n*gga
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n*gga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know my name, it's on my waist, put it in your face, n*gga (Buh, buh)
I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, n*gga (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm a made n*gga (Yeah), self-made n*gga
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n*gga (Phew, yeah)
Yeah, you know my name, it's on my waist, put it in your face, n*gga (Boom, boom, baow)
I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I won't do sh*t behind your back, it's in your face, n*gga
Yeah, you know they call me Glock and that G stand for gangster, n*gga (Gangster)
Yellow everything, I rep that fire, you know I'm bangin', n*gga (Boom)
Racks stuffed in my Gallery jeans, lookin' like some Wranglers, n*gga
You know ain't sh*t changed, n*gga, just couple of my chains bigger
You tryna get paid, yeah, I'm tryna do the same, n*gga
I be balling hard just like 'Melo with the braids, n*gga (Hard, yeah)
And you can ask anybody 'bout me, they'll say, n*gga (What?)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a made n*gga (Yeah), self-made n*gga (Yeah)
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n*gga (Phew, phew, phew)
Yeah, you know my name, it's on my waist, put it in your face, n*gga (Buh, buh)
I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, n*gga
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I ran it up, but somehow I still hang with gravediggers (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know what's up (What's up), a multi-million dollar gang member (Gang)
These n*ggas, they be gossiping like b*tches, I can't hang with 'em
And I ain't got no feelings, I will pop you like a painkiller

[Outro]
The f*ck?
Buh