Pain in a Faygo lyrics

She wanna get sh*t for free
No, you is not f*cking with me
[?], b*tch
Draco, yes I bought a new stick but
f*ck violence, no I'm not using it
Im just not out here shooting sh*t
I'm tryna get to the money, lil b*tch
You talk down, actin funny, lil b*tch
These n*ggas act like a female
They informants how they run and tell
Smokin that dope and I got clientele
Gettin money n*gga I know you can tell
Cause I walk in fresh as hell
Got outta jail, thank God for the bail
And you drop, but you know it won't sell
On Sunday, b*tch I'm still getting mail
My Jordan shoelace say shoelace
That's how you know I'm rocking Off-White today
Baby got me feeling myself
Let's go out to eat, she wanna do something else
Babygirl tryna f-word
But she said f*ck me, so it's f*ck her
b*tch better move 'fore I uppercut her
Drac get to eating sh*t, n*gga , supper
Only rap about guns, but its kinda habit (damn)
Wockhardt, got a habit
Kicked her out, now she calling her daddy
b*tch knew she f*cked up when I gave her the addy
b*tch knew she f*cked up when I gave her the addy
n*ggas be hating, sadly
I'm counting up cash, n*gga, yeah, gladly
I don't wanna do sh*t if I ain't counting up cash
I don't wanna do sh*t if I ain't counting up cash
I like making music, give a f*ck about the bag
Just like yo Mama's groceries, b*tch, I'm always in the bag
I ain't going out sad
Make my mom and dad proud, glad
She got me hypnotized, she keep on shaking that ass
[?] when you throwing it back
How you know that I was into that
She got an animal, I play with her cat
I play with her cat, [?]
See, you claim you a real n*gga
I ain't never sat down, put in pape with you
All I'm sayin, I can't fake kick sh*t with n*ggas
f*ck that, I don't even like n*ggas
I skip school, ride a bike with you
You know I don't owe a n*gga sh*t
Lotta lean, so I'm steady pouring sh*t
Promethazine, you know we scoring sh*t
n*gga, my life don't need a boring b*tch
Get cooked like a stove boil, b*tch
What is that in yo mouth? Tinfoil, b*tch
Pull up and beat a thot, don't spoil it
Then they gon treat you like you Santa
You know your broke ass not having that
Sipping that fake sh*t, you have a heart attack
Wearing them fake Trues, where yo mama at
I feel like Goon I trap out the 80s
[?] Mercedes
I got a bad b*tch and a lady
I pour my pain up in a Faygo