Pain n Drugs lyrics

[Intro]
(Project X)
(That go crazy, SpanishKid)

[Chorus]
Never too intoxicated to go on drills, I'm sippin' lean and shootin'
Mama call, ask me what's wrong, can't tell her that I'm drug abusin'
Your b*tch won't leave me 'lone, blowin' up my phone like she f*ckin' stupid
They used to tell me I'm useless
Take a coma, I'm a drug inducer
Crack a seal 'fore I pop pills, I used to say I ain't takin' them
I don't tolerate no disrespect, b*tch, I'm gon' take it there
Kick her out, she break my heart, and tell her I don't wanna hear
None this sh*t I do good for my health, ah-ah

[Verse 1]
Crushin' up this Xanax in my lean and poppin' Percocets
Told her, "Just take half this Percocet, we gon' have perfect sex"
Heard he ridin' 'round in a 'Vette, so when we catch him, won't aim for his chest
Wipe your nose, my n*ggas slimes, they pus*y sneeze, we leave 'em blessed
You wasn't slangin' iron when n*ggas died, so why you speak on this?
Never seen pain in your partner mama eyes 'cause your dog got stretched
I been throwin' these Xanax back to back to help my soul rest
Really ain't been gettin' no rest, but I'm still so stressed
Hoppin' out the V to get my mans, I don't need no n*gga with me
All I need is my iron, a kick and a drum that hold no less than fifty
They killed my n*gga mama, the f*ck I look like out here showin' pity?
Headtap decrease the drama, might think he sleep 'til they check to see he sh*tty
Go back for a few weeks, get back attached and don't wan' leave the city
Lil' b*tch wan' f*ck on me with no attachment, I ain't even trippin'
New blick hold thirty-three, I'm most underrated like Scottie Pippen
Don't say she feelin' me 'til I'm spoiled [?] dirty b*tches
[Chorus]
Never too intoxicated to go on drills, I'm sippin' lean and shootin'
Mama call, ask me what's wrong, can't tell her that I'm drug abusin'
Your b*tch won't leave me 'lone, blowin' up my phone like she f*ckin' stupid
They used to tell me I'm useless
Take a coma, I'm a drug inducer
Crack a seal 'fore I pop pills, I used to say I ain't takin' them
I don't tolerate no disrespect, b*tch, I'm gon' take it there
Kick her out, she break my heart, and tell her I don't wanna hear
None this sh*t I do good for my health, ah-ah

[Verse 2]
I'm on these drugs, they help deal with depression
Drop a bag, I get your ass stabbed up in prison
New .45 probably the heaviest thing that I'm liftin'
Black out on them Xans, my brodie tell me I be trippin'
I don't want no friends, these n*ggas fake as f*ck
Sticks in the BP truck, that's dumb as f*ck, but I don't care
I'll crack the door and crack your sh*t if I catch your b*tch ass tryna stare
My flawless diamonds, they be blindin', you know clarity come with a glare
Spend a bag on 'em
I don't like to take no Adderall 'cause I move fast on 'em
I don't like to take uppers at all, I'm bound to fast on 'em
Got laced, don't even offer your blunt, I ain't trippin', I'ma pass on it
Move wrong and I'm blast somethin', I already set my mind on it
Bust down Cartier, I can't even tell the time on it
Fifty racks any day, I spend that sh*t like it ain't mine though
Hunnid racks in five days, I'm stupid with this money
But I could give two f*cks, that sh*t just steady comin'
Ask Bhlacky, on all my fits, I spend least twenty hunnid
Never been good with stackin', runnin' through this sh*t, need somebody teach me somethin'
Ain't think I was gon' make it, now you see me all on your TV, don't you?
Mama house was clean, never had roaches, still steppin' on my opponents
Catch a n*gga outside lackin', no matter what, you know I'm on it
Overkill, just don't stop shootin' like they said, lil' bruh just kept on dumpin'
My grandma said my cousin told, I'ma turn his ass to a chicken dumplin'
Like a freak b*tch, I'ma take his soul, them Draco faceshots leave sh*t ugly
I remember back in them days when I was nothing
Now everybody come around and say they love me
Know they only 'round a n*gga for the money
Deep down inside, no, they don't love me, uh
Mixin' up my pain with these prescriptions
My life a movie, you would probably think it's scripted
I been tryin' not to lose, put faith in music 'cause I'm gifted
It's so much lean and it's a double cup, you'd think I'm filthy
Oh, oh, flew to Cali, I been out here on the road all alone
Talk to JB every day, but can't say too much on the phone
I talk to Rod every day, but can't say too much on the phone
People know what's goin' on
When we talkin', b*tch, watch your tone, I'm the one that get you gone
I'm the type to drop a bag, then hop in the back seat, come try to bust your dome
Proceed with caution 'fore you jump in smoke with me, never know what I'm on
I give the word, them young n*ggas gon' slide for weeks, campin' all outside your home
The richest, I don't give f*cks who wrong, them b*tches, f*cked 'em all and I left 'em 'lone
I'm a big dog on that block like Karl Malone, camp chief like Pat Maholmes
Black chief like Pat Maholmes, I look at Boo like, "What these n*ggas on?"
Then throw a joke like, "If y'all was my dogs, would've already been gone," hahaha