P Yungin - Gangsta Pain lyrics

(Kayo, this one crazy, fool)
(SAUCEboy shit, what you want me to play)
(Ayy, KyngRee got me gased up)

I say it's crazy
Got day ones, some ain't make it (Mm-mm)
Don' start runnin' from my love
You know that I ain't waiting
Shit, I just wanted to fuck
And you just wanted a baby (Mm-mm)
And you probably don't even like
My music, well lil' bitch, don't play it

I remember days up in that
Field and I was thuggin', for real
(Mm-mm) smoking Swishers on the front porch
And after eighth grade make it
Home to my steel (Steel)
That boy ain't never went on no drill, yeah
(Drill, yeah)
Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Crib, yeah)
You play and you get filled, yeah
(Filled, yeah)
They shootin' and they ain't
Even shootin' back (O oh)
You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause
That shit ain't even facts
They pull up with choppas
(Mm-mm, mm) , after that your
Head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm, mm)
Get some head and nut, then after that I
(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch
From the back (Mm-mm, mm)
You was speakin' on my partner
You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

They slingin' choppas just to gun you down
And leave you on the ground, yeah
(Mm-mm, mm) oh no, don't cry now, your
Partner he got caught, you're
(Mm-mm, mm) outta bounds, bitch (Mm-mm, mm)
Go get some revenge
Leave one of them pussy niggas
In the ground then (Mm-mm, mm)
I keep a frown up on my face
(Mm-mm, mm) , Glock up on my waist
Don't make no sound then
But I might just pray
(Mm-mm, mm) for him every night 'cause I
Know he don't trust these niggas (Mm-mm
Mm) if I keep them niggas around
(Mm-mm, mm) , why would you let
Them niggas hurt my image? (Mm-mm, mm)

I remember days up in that
Field and I was thuggin', for real
(Mm-mm) smoking Swishers on the front porch
And after eighth grade make it
Home to my steel (Steel)
That boy ain't never went on no drill, yeah
(Drill, yeah)
Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Crib, yeah)
You play and you get filled, yeah
(Filled, yeah)
They shootin' and they ain't
Even shootin' back (O oh)
You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause
That shit ain't even facts
They pull up with choppas
(Mm-mm, mm) , after that your
Head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm, mm)
Get some head and nut, then after that I
(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch
From the back (Mm-mm, mm)
You was speakin' on my partner
You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

I remember days up in that
Field and I was thuggin', for real
(Mm-mm, mm)
Smoking Swishers on the front porch
(Mm-mm, mm) , and after eighth grade make
It home to my steel (Mm, mm)
That boy ain't never went on no drill, yea
(Mm-mm, mm)
Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)
You play and you get filled, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)
They shootin' and they ain't
Even shootin' back (O oh)
You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause
That shit ain't even facts (Mm-mm, mm)
They pull up with choppas (Mm-mm, mm)
After that your head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm)
Get some head and nut, then after that I
(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch
From the back (Mm-mm, mm) m
You was speakin' on my partner
You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

Uh, uh, breaks up in my head
I fuck that bitch and then forget her
(Mm-mm, mm)
When they catch that lil' boy lackin'
(Mm-mm, mm) , pray to God
Ain't with 'em (Mm-mm, mm)
Bitch, I'm straight from out the pack
(Mm-mm, mm) , you know I keep
That fucking blick up (Mm-mm, mm)
Bullet hit him in the stomach
(Mm-mm, mm) like he finna
Do some sit-ups (Mm-mm, mm)
What the fuck you try the green for?
They hope out, they tryna peel some'
(Mm-mm, mm)
I said them boys know I'ma get 'em
(Mm-mm, mm) , they ain't shootin'
For no reason (Mm, mm)
When they shootin', they tryna kill some'
(Mm-mm, mm) i told 'em somethin' we was
Gon' ball every season (Mm-mm, mm)
I said how, "How you know that shit
(Mm-mm, mm) when you ain't never feel it"
I say I don't care, but deep inside
You know I really feel it (Mm-mm, mm)
Really want (Mm-mm, mm) you to be inside
But baby girl, say, listen (Mm)
Yeah, I'm stressin'
Most of my brothers up in prison (Mm-mm, mm)
You know I keep my weapon (Mm-mm, mm)
You probably don't know that
I'm with my tick (Mm-mm, mm)

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I remember days up in that
Field and I was thuggin', for real
(Mm-mm) smoking Swishers on the front porch
And after eighth grade make it
Home to my steel (Steel)
That boy ain't never went on no drill, yeah
(Drill, yeah)
Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Crib, yeah)
You play and you get filled, yeah
(Filled, yeah)
They shootin' and they ain't
Even shootin' back (O oh)
You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause
That shit ain't even facts
They pull up with choppas
(Mm-mm, mm) , after that your
Head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm, mm)
Get some head and nut, then after that I
(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch
From the back (Mm-mm, mm)
You was speakin' on my partner
You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

I remember days up in that
Field and I was thuggin', for real
(Mm-mm, mm)
Smoking Swishers on the front porch
(Mm-mm, mm) , and after eighth grade make
It home to my steel (Mm, mm)
That boy ain't never went on no drill, yea
(Mm-mm, mm)
Got choppa in my crib, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)
You play and you get filled, yeah (Mm-mm, mm)
They shootin' and they ain't
Even shootin' back (O oh)
You can't say shit 'bout PY 'cause
That shit ain't even facts (Mm-mm, mm)
They pull up with choppas (Mm-mm, mm)
After that your head is turnin' flat (Mm-mm)
Get some head and nut, then after that I
(Mm-mm, mm) hit that lil' bitch
From the back (Mm-mm, mm) m
You was speakin' on my partner
You get smacked (Mm-mm, mm)

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm
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