Pain Killerz (Explicit)

Pain Killerz (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett

Produced by：Smatt

I can know I'm runnin' late I still won't check the time

Trenches days my stomach used to ache just so my neck could shine

Hit her DM she say "Fly me out" I told her "Never mind"

Reason I can fuck his bitch I told her better lies

We was really servin' fentanyl Kevin Federline

Swear to God I miss my dogs if I could press rewind

I'm like LeBron when I ball I'm in a better prime

I'm out here in the field standin' tall shots from his weapons flyin'

808 Mafia bitch

What's your gang?

Throw up your flag 40 bang we on your ass

Shoppin' spree all through Rodeo spent 10K just on onе tag

Foenem steppin' in designer 'Miri jeans Chrome Heart match

Hot shit crease his top like liners play with me it's gon' go bad

Just a rich gangster technically ain't make it out the streets

Went through phases in this passion think I finally reached my peak

Stool-pigeon-ass nigga red beam tear off his beat

We'll put this shit right in your face backdoors for when you sneak

Take vacations with my bae when I love her she a freak

I'm a stand-up-ass nigga stick my chest out when I speak

Off them Perkies he keep tryna tweak he gon' slide for weeks

Fuck a mop we bring them thirties out and bitch we tryna sweep

Painkillers like Excedrin I'm high off medicine

If it's war then bitch you better spin we Chiraq veterans

Catch him with this bitch this nina hit his ho like lesbians

Like don't do that again if 12 knockin' we won't let 'em in huh