Raising Pain Lyrics

Better run it back (Huh)

I can't save you

Choppa running back bet he touchdown on first play too

Good gas off the wake up

Prolly why can't stay up

Boy I thought you stand on business

I know you ain't gone spray none (Ugh)

Zaza ain't gone shine? Kiss the end of my gun

Bitch I went like 60 miles do that shit for the fun

Shawty want her body shaped

Sorry I ain't the one

Think I spend a band on you?

Spend that bitch on my lunch

Ima' pop

Ima' pop

Like my mother fucking gun

Shawty want a 3, 5,

She must play for the Suns

Come in here, I'm pressing Y?

I can't go for no dunks

Locking shit just like Kawhi

I can't fall to no pump,

Remember you wasn't here

But this shit look new

Trackhawk spinning, I said fuck the coupe

Don't even know why that boy trippin''

Never heard of you

I ain't trippin', give that lil boy fame (Huh)

That boy took the wrong turn, took him out his lane

Just know I pop out crazy

This that choppa', gone do it's thing,

You search my name up bitch, you see i'm known for raising pain, (Known for raising pain)

Oh you know that I won't miss you

Bite like a Great Dane

Rich n****,

Rich n****,

With my plain jane

Bitch go to where I pop my shit

Bought a proof Range

That boy thought he lost his shit

I slimed him out his bank (Ugh, yea)

Better run it back

I can't save you,

Choppa running back bet he touchdown on first play too

Good gas off the wake up

Prolly why can't stay up

Boy I thought you stand on business

I know you ain't gone spray none

Bitch I know you ain't gone spray none