Pain (Album Version (Explicit))

Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to die today Over that girl they 'bout to die today We fuck her 'til it's good good I got my customers in the hood hood I got my customers in the hood hood The dope game is my sport Welcome to the wide world of snort They quoting thirty-six a kilo Nah, they wasn't 36'ing me though Niggas pushing thirty with thirty thousand tweets Without 30,000 dollars, don't even deserve to speak, nigga Counter-clockwise my wrist go Counter-clockwise my wrist go They know I got that wrist craft poppin I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes And when I cut my dope, I was standing on my tippy toes Better put that work inside the pot Cook, cook, cook, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it It all started from my wrist Woo, I kept it snowing through the blitz God, cross promoting in the fashion world Shit, I got Adidas selling bricks Rolled to the wrist flow, poppin' like Crisco We was buying Macklemore, cooked it into Klitschko Counter-clockwise my wrist go Counter-clockwise my wrist go Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to die today Over that girl they 'bout to die today We fuck her 'til it's good good I got my customers in the hood hood I got my customers in the hood hood They know I got that wrist craft covered I had a ballerina standing on her tippy toes And when I cut my dope, I was standing on my tippy toes Better put that work inside the pot Cook, cook, cook, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it up Whip it up, whip it, whip it