Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain Script, artist - BIV. Date of issue: 14.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pain Script |
| Bitch, I been take a loss, huh |
| Life bluer than my balls, huh |
| People living off the moss, huh |
| Rusty, crusty, your bitch 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 bitches is puppets |
| All of my bitches 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 th check |
| Ice on the wrist, but thy slit the neck |
| Back to back, I lay my soul to rest |
| Call what you want |
| Boy, you a fake with the pump |
| Act like you carry the stuff |
| You just a motherfuckin' punk |
| Action ain’t shit that you trust |
| Bitch, you a one and you done |
| Yuh, call what you want |
| Boy, you a fake with the pump, yuh |
| Bitch, 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 bitch just to fuck it |
| I ain’t never really love it |
| Body stack, I’m above it |
| Get the paper, finger fuck it |
| I love it, I’m bodying bitches in public |
| Yeah-yeah, I got what I wanted, I did it myself |
| All of ya people been fucking with 12 |
| I walk around and I’m grippin' my belt |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Ten of my bitch, can’t take that shit |
| Double my pay, yeah, fuck that split |
| Got it all black, can’t see my fit |
| Can’t see that shit, 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 fucking around, I’m on my shit |
| 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 fuck up y’all set, yeah, uh |
| I could send it through a vest |
| Give that pussy bitch a rest, hah |
| I start sippin' black, I can’t run it back |
| I’m on track, watch me hit my shit |
| Flip that fucking bitch, let her quit |
| Get it right back |
| He ain’t never coming back, uh |
| Put the bitch down |
| She won’t love me when I’m down, uh |