Lyrics Pain Script - BIV, BLCKK

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