Pain - Troy Ave

When it’s on we don’t talk, my niggas aimin

Man down, we don’t care what the fuck you claimin

Choppa rounds with his teeth, just like it’s raining

All my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

Pain in, my shooters put the pain in

Orders put the pain in, my shooters put the pain in

Orders put the pain in, my shooters put the pain in

And all my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

Young fly nigga, catch me in the coupe

But I keep me a couple youngins that be itching to shoot

See I’m the head of my troups, I might send em in groups

And tell em run in yo crib and just knock off yo roof

'Cause I’m a boss nigga, but I’m known to let the ratty spray

But keep a shooter on deck like better yay

My young nigga itchin, he just wanna grab the cake

And give you clips early while you tryna catch the matinee

Gun em down, that’s what I call a Saturday

When I’m around, it’s only real G’s with me

A couple brick dealers and killers with no twitters

But one thing that ain’t around me is no broke niggas

We get the money and then throw like a foset nigga

I got the money to make a killa off a nigga

Since Lo died I ain’t been the same, I lost it nigga

So when you saw me on play it’s like a forfeit nigga

When it’s on we don’t talk, my niggas aimin

Man down, we don’t care what the fuck you claimin

Choppa rounds with his teeth, just like it’s raining

All my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

Pain in, my shooters put the pain in

Orders put the pain in, my shooters put the pain in

Orders put the pain in, my shooters put the pain in

And all my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

It’s Troy dope boy Ave, BSB slang

Plenty blow and you snow I’m in the murda game

All my niggas ridding round, putting pain in

Two cars, five guns, when ya’ll see him flame him

Nigga giving me a headache?

Give him headshots

My Nina named Tylenol, get it?

Red dots

Sellin half white, 500 grams twice

36 O’s, 32 cake price

Erwin Johnson Shack, magic trick a rag

Turn this off the 12−50, ho what just cracked

Coke and uh, I keep a honest smoker

And they gon tell me if it’s Friday or order to shoot Misoty

Just enough Cola, I’m raging Ray, I’m rich and fading

I can give me a Benz, all for a day and chefin a J

I don’t play in the kitchen, nah my love told me that

I’m from the school of Hard Knox, there’s bricks in my backpack

When it’s on we don’t talk, my niggas aimin

Man down, we don’t care what the fuck you claimin

Choppa rounds with his teeth, just like it’s raining

All my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

Pain in, my shooters put the pain in

Orders put the pain in, my shooters put the pain in

Orders put the pain in, my shooters put the pain in

And all my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

I’m from a small block these niggas can’t ride through

They get a mack in they window, no drive through,

I’m 5−5 but that choppa like 5−2

100 shots, I can’t miss you if I tried to

I put a price on yo head, niggas will buy you

I skip you hit but the niggas standing by you

I ain’t a street fighter, I’m no Ryu

I sense I’m elite buyer, bullets will fry you

I’m young and thuggin in designer shit

My Fendy Denim kinda slug but the line will fit

My main bitch say I’m buggin but I’m tryna quit

But when niggas start to frontin then the lama spit

Damn, what can I say?

I’m just a young bill nigga

We don’t squash beef here, we just kill niggas

Free Fats and Lou, young real niggas

A and Beasley too, free my lil niggas

When it’s on we don’t talk, my niggas aimin

Man down, we don’t care what the fuck you claimin

Choppa rounds with his teeth, just like it’s raining

All my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in

Pain in, pain in

Orders put the pain in, pain in

Orders put the pain in, pain in

And all my niggas riding round, putting fuckin pain in