Born From Pain Lil Yachty

[Intro]
Prrd, boat, he, yeah, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he

[Verse 1]
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)