Pain Killers Lyrics by Key Glock is latest English song with music also given by Key Glock. Pain Killers song lyrics are written by Key Glock.
Pain Killers Song Detail
| Song Name: | Pain Killers |
| Singer: | Key Glock |
| Composer: | Key Glock |
| Lyrics by: | Key Glock |
Pain Killers Lyrics
Ayy, slaughter, this a slaughter
Yeah!
Yeah, I’m a made ni**a (huh!), self-made ni**a (yeah!)
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, ni**a (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, ni**a (boom, boom, boom)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime, ’cause I ain’t no snake, ni**a (uh-uh)
Yeah, I ran it up, but somehow I still hang with gravediggers (ayy, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know what’s up (what’s up), a muilt-million-dollar gang member (gang)
These ni**as, they be gossipin’ like bi**hes, I can’t hang with ’em
And I ain’t got no feelings, I will pop you like a pain killer (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ni**a, I’m hard body, why would I talk pillow? (what?)
You know I got that iron on me, yup, I got that skillet (yеah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain’t nevеr hidin’, if it’s yellow, then I’m in it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And ten times out of ten, best believe, I got it wit’ me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just got the drop, my young ni**as tryna spin it
Yeah, lemon squeeze triggers, got some lemons in my [?]
Yeah, I ain’t worried ’bout another ni**a, I handle businesses
Yeah, you bleed like I bleed, ni**a, you want it, you can get it (what’s up?)
Yeah, I’m a made ni**a (huh), self-made ni**a
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, ni**a (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, ni**a (baow, baow, baow)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime, ’cause I ain’t no snake, ni**a (uh-uh)
Yeah, I’m a made ni**a (huh), self-made ni**a
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, ni**a (phew, yeah)
Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, ni**a (boom, boom, baow)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime, ’cause I ain’t no snake, ni**a (yeah)
I won’t do s**t behind yo’ back, it’s in your face, ni**a
Yeah, you know they call me glock and that g stand for gangster, ni**a (gangster)
Yellow everything, I rep that fire, you know I’m bangin’, ni**a (boom)
Racks stuffed in my gallery jeans, lookin’ like some rangles, ni**a
You know ain’t s**t changed, ni**a, just couple of my chains bigger
You tryna get paid, yeah, I’m tryna do the same, ni**a
I be ballin’ hard, just like mello with the braids, ni**a (hard, yeah)
And you can ask anybody ’bout me, they’ll say, ni**a (what?)
Yeah, I’m a made ni**a (yeah), self-made ni**a (yeah)
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, ni**a (phew, phew, phew)
Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, ni**a (baow, baow)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime, ’cause I ain’t no snake, ni**a (uh-uh)
Yeah, I ran it up, but somehow I still hang with gravediggers (uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know what’s up (what’s up), a muilt-million-dollar gang member (gang)
These ni**as, they be gossipin’ like bi**hes, I can’t hang with ’em (uh!)
And I ain’t got no feelings, I will pop you like a pain killer
Ni**a (the f**k?)
Boom