Painkillers Lyrics

Think i need some painkillers

The weed don't get me high enough

We be ridin two poles deep and got a rifle tucked

Seen em at the show, he caught a glance

Now his face stuck

If his bitch in the whip, you know she got her face fucked

Lace-up, nigga wanna hoop but aint never scored

Bitch walkin all them damn miles, but aint never whored

Nigga sellin all them damn lines, but aint never poured

Brother caught em at tha store, next time nigga pull his cord

Take em out the game, like a bad coach

Broke bitches roaming round sac, like is that bag coach?

My bitch stay with a louie V

Poled up like its two of me

Them niggas got away once

Next time you cant run from team

I was not there on that skit you better pray im not

I be conversatin with tha cuzzo like the sig or glock?

He be tryna calm a nigga down like lil bro you hot

Ian tryna hear a word he say like is it good or not

Good work, i dont wanna talk if you aint coppin

I might set the play, i wont pass the rock, i aint stockton

Im the shooter type, i pack out arenas like im gilbert

You the nerd type, nigga imma call you hilbert

You be laid up with the bitch all day and she do not pay

I will never lay with a bitch and she will still pay

Andale, baby being that check i need it right now

Nigga wanna talk about smoke put dont got pipes how?

Think i need some painkillers, weed don't get me high enough

We be ridin two poles deep and got a rifle tucked

Seen em at the show, he caught a glance

Now his face stuck

If his bitch in the whip, you know she got her face fucked

Lace-up, nigga wanna hoop but aint never scored

Bitch walkin all them damn miles, but aint never whored

Nigga sellin all them damn lines, but aint never poured

Brother caught em at tha store, next time nigga pull his cord

Cookie in my lungs got me feeling like a monster

Big hoes you gotta cram, if she little imma toss her

You aint shootin and yo team weak, you need a new roster

Bring a goofy round some snakes, guarantee its gon cost ya

Shit, i learned my lesson

I wont rock with em again the fact he lived is a blessing

I aint testing, not yo teacher nor the reverend, you confessing?

Im a king you a peasant, niggas scary got em tellin

I try not to talk, to much, cause everybody do

Stay tucked, in that coupe, unless you finna shoot

Everybody, sell dreams, that's why i never do

Always kept it real from the jump, you can ask a few

Got a few more that can vouch, they gon go for me

Yo lazy ass, up on the couch, till you bout forty

Bro crazy ass, quick to shoot, he got a new forty

He play with drums, like toys, i think he got honry

Think i need some painkillers, weed don't get me high enough

We be ridin two poles deep and got a rifle tucked

Seen em at the show, he caught a glance

Now his face stuck

If his bitch in the whip, you know she got her face fucked

Lace-up, nigga wanna hoop but aint never scored

Bitch walkin all them damn miles, but aint never whored

Nigga sellin all them damn lines, but aint never poured

Brother caught em at tha store, next time nigga pull his cord