Pain Young Pyro (Ft. X (random))

[Intro: Young Pyro and X] x2
Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain
Can't forget the Pain
This that Pain
This that Pain

[Verse 1: Young Pyro]
Roll it up, in the cut
Palm a clip and spark the blunt
My niggas is balling
Got your bitches like some cheerleaders
She can't get enough of me
Cause I spit the game like I bit the weed
Eating beats like it's lunch for me
I never pay taxes cause I flip my g's
Don't sweat these hoes
Only sweating while I'm playing sports uh
Call your girl a jockey
Cause she ride me like a horse
My walk got your main stocking
No blood but my shit popping
I got all these hoes flocking
Know what time it is but no watches
Got the liquor by the case
Boy, get the fuck out my face
Don’t turn us down we ain't leaving yet
Watch the squad going ham in this place
One time for the one time
Talk shit boy I bet you get gunned down
My niggas don’t stop till the sunrise
Knock all your boys out with a punchline
Wanna smash my shawty
They ain't looking I don't want her
See I dicked her ass down
Now your bitch up in a corner
Breaking through her man defense so she tryna zone a brother
Head all in her mouth like a zombie down in Florida
We gon get it motherfucker
I dont care what you do
Cause boy you can't spend my money
And your bitch gon fuck the crew
My niggas spending all this money
Like we got nothing to do
Step to the side
See the Grammy Family coming through
And we on nigga
Uh uh huh
In your bitch phone nigga
You know me I be the song killer
Living rich that’s the only living
How you feel , How you feel