Lil Yachty - Born From Pain lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - Born From Pain lyrics]
Prrd, boat, he, yeah, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he
Sicker than sicker cell
Niggas hatin’ that takin’ don’t wish me well
Cop a plea, fuck a date, take her to the tale
When a youngin’ hit the cut
We need fifty sodas
Fifty deep, lookin like we gon’ rob the Shell
Hundred K on my wrist, cop a bullet shell
Finna uber these hoes from the Cannonsville
Put them hoes on the Venus, the movie reef
Off the boot, get to talkin’ like Dr phil
(Woo)
Bet it go down like Titanic, still (Boom)
Bet they on dick when I hit still (Still)
I never trip, aim at his lip
He can get popped still (Still)
I’m not a goons, but I stay with goons
I’m poppin’ my shit still (Clappin’)
I’m a iPod in a world full of Zune’s
Disconnected from these niggas still
(Prrd, aye, well zayum)
Uh, you got it hot, don’t come around
Whole lot of snot, when I’m around (Slatt)
You can get slimed, right out the town (Wee)
We with the shit still (Wee)
Aye, we get it riddin’ like trash day (Wee)
I put up a million on draft day
I listen to what them racks say
You can’t talk to me with no rack-aids (Oh)
Shit talker, Rarri’ parker (Woo)
I’m in that spider like Peter Parker (Woo)
Fuckin’ with me then we on
His block like Pearl Harbor
Damn, Go i call my choppa Keshawn (Shawn)
Lay on the racks like a spa (Spa)
Gang got my back like a bra (Bra)
My bitches smokin’ on Za’, Za’ (Za’)
Give me that neck like a chain (Ice)
You niggas ain’t Lowe, Zane (Prrd)
Ninety five racks for a rang
I’m with big smoke
He brought smoke like it’s Bane
Ice on your neck tryna pop out like veins
These niggas sunset, they raisin like Caine
They did not know I was born from the pain
Oh, shit talker, Rarri’ parker (Hey)
I’m in that spider like Peter Parker (Hey)
Fuckin’ with me then we on
His block like Pearl Harbor (Boom)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he
Sicker than sicker cell
Niggas hatin’ that takin’ don’t wish me well
Cop a plea, fuck a date, take her to the tale
When a youngin’ hit the cut
We need fifty sodas
Fifty deep, lookin like we gon’ rob the Shell
Hundred K on my wrist, cop a bullet shell
Finna uber these hoes from the Cannonsville
Put them hoes on the Venus, the movie reef
Off the boot, get to talkin’ like Dr phil
(Woo)
Bet it go down like Titanic, still (Boom)
Bet they on dick when I hit still (Still)
I never trip, aim at his lip
He can get popped still (Still)
I’m not a goons, but I stay with goons
I’m poppin’ my shit still (Clappin’)
I’m a iPod in a world full of Zune’s
Disconnected from these niggas still
(Prrd, aye, well zayum)
Uh, you got it hot, don’t come around
Whole lot of snot, when I’m around (Slatt)
You can get slimed, right out the town (Wee)
We with the shit still (Wee)
Aye, we get it riddin’ like trash day (Wee)
I put up a million on draft day
I listen to what them racks say
You can’t talk to me with no rack-aids (Oh)
Shit talker, Rarri’ parker (Woo)
I’m in that spider like Peter Parker (Woo)
Fuckin’ with me then we on
His block like Pearl Harbor
Damn, Go i call my choppa Keshawn (Shawn)
Lay on the racks like a spa (Spa)
Gang got my back like a bra (Bra)
My bitches smokin’ on Za’, Za’ (Za’)
Give me that neck like a chain (Ice)
You niggas ain’t Lowe, Zane (Prrd)
Ninety five racks for a rang
I’m with big smoke
He brought smoke like it’s Bane
Ice on your neck tryna pop out like veins
These niggas sunset, they raisin like Caine
They did not know I was born from the pain
Oh, shit talker, Rarri’ parker (Hey)
I’m in that spider like Peter Parker (Hey)
Fuckin’ with me then we on
His block like Pearl Harbor (Boom)