Pain YSL - REVENGE Lyrics

Trojan, Holla at
NK3 He don't give a fuck
I can never be a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk it off, we ain't with it (She ain't shit)
Hot nigga but he frost
Take your bitch and drown her off with the drip
Gang with me, ain't no bitch niggas
If we shooting shots we ain't missing
Gliss on my gliss
I shine on a bitch
Michael my drip, make your bitch wet
She slide on my stick
I Bombay my spirit
Never fold, never flip
Fuck out my face if you ain't talking money
I comprehend Bricks (YSL)
Niggas too focused here
Hawk eye view, focal glare
Been in the trench for the longest of time
So i pulled up and popped some shit (Pop, pop, pop)
If I pop it I never miss
Call me Papi, I bend a bitch
I wake up expand the cheque
After that I expand her legs
That's that champagne you hear
Make your bitch make a mess
My niggas never slip
If they do, we cant make amends
King remembered in time, my wrist
So I guess young boy keep it fresh
Been a hit man, ever since I started this
And I keep a list
I can never been a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk it off, we ain't with it
Hot nigga but he frost
Take your bitch and drown her off with the drip
Gang with me, ain't no bitch niggas
If we shooting shots we ain't missing
Gliss on my gliss
I shine on a bitch
Micheal my drip, make your bitch wet
She slide on my stick
I Bombay my spirit
Never fold, never flip
Fuck out my face if you ain't talking money
I comprehend Bricks (YSL)
Shooters take a shot and never miss
Living by the code, you can't be a bitch
With that being mentioned I got niggas that would die by mines
And I swear they never flip
My ex called the boy an asshole then get mad when I'm talking on my shit
Well bitch what the fuck did you expect, cos that's what you get
Fucking with a PIMP
Bombay water flooded on a nigga
Make your bitch wet from a little spirit
Claim you got it boy who you kidding
I'm a monster with it, you the little kid
I keep focal focus on the win
Let a hating nigga focus on the drip
If he slip, we don't ever catch him
We go blade on him
Cut him off and call it splits
I can never be a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk it off, we ain't with it
Hot nigga but he frost
Take your bitch and drown her off with the drip
Gang with me, ain't no bitch niggas
If we shooting shots we ain't missing
Gliss on my gliss
I shine on a bitch
Micheal my drip, make your bitch wet
She slide on my stick
I Bombay my spirit
Never fold, never flip
Fuck out my face if you ain't talking money
I comprehend Bricks (YSL)
All a nigga wants is fifty percent, you naahmeean
And uhhm, niggas gon' gimme my fifty percent ima draw up a contract
And then pull up with my fifty percent, f'tsek
And then on top of that uhm
I need fifty bad bitches in the room with like baby oil
And Black Labels, sgaang of them
No Moets, no Veuves
Fuck yall niggas who drink Veuve man
Fuck all yall niggas man
Yall niggas weak as fuck man
Yall niggas be shitting on the side of the fucken toilet bruh
You niggas weak bro
Anyway we need that
We need that
We need that fifty bad bitches man, you naahmeean
And, and the revenge man you know awe

Trojan, Holla at
NK3 He don't give a fuck
I can never be a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk it off, we ain't with it (She ain't shit)
Hot nigga but he frost
Take your bitch and drown her off with the drip
Gang with me, ain't no bitch niggas
If we shooting shots we ain't missing
Gliss on my gliss
I shine on a bitch
Michael my drip, make your bitch wet
She slide on my stick
I Bombay my spirit
Never fold, never flip
Fuck out my face if you ain't talking money
I comprehend Bricks (YSL)
Niggas too focused here
Hawk eye view, focal glare
Been in the trench for the longest of time
So i pulled up and popped some shit (Pop, pop, pop)
If I pop it I never miss
Call me Papi, I bend a bitch
I wake up expand the cheque
After that I expand her legs
That's that champagne you hear
Make your bitch make a mess
My niggas never slip
If they do, we cant make amends
King remembered in time, my wrist
So I guess young boy keep it fresh
Been a hit man, ever since I started this
And I keep a list
I can never been a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk it off, we ain't with it
Hot nigga but he frost
Take your bitch and drown her off with the drip
Gang with me, ain't no bitch niggas
If we shooting shots we ain't missing
Gliss on my gliss
I shine on a bitch
Micheal my drip, make your bitch wet
She slide on my stick
I Bombay my spirit
Never fold, never flip
Fuck out my face if you ain't talking money
I comprehend Bricks (YSL)
Shooters take a shot and never miss
Living by the code, you can't be a bitch
With that being mentioned I got niggas that would die by mines
And I swear they never flip
My ex called the boy an asshole then get mad when I'm talking on my shit
Well bitch what the fuck did you expect, cos that's what you get
Fucking with a PIMP
Bombay water flooded on a nigga
Make your bitch wet from a little spirit
Claim you got it boy who you kidding
I'm a monster with it, you the little kid
I keep focal focus on the win
Let a hating nigga focus on the drip
If he slip, we don't ever catch him
We go blade on him
Cut him off and call it splits
I can never be a false young nigga been a boss ever since
I ain't never begged a broad
Tell that bitch walk it off, we ain't with it
Hot nigga but he frost
Take your bitch and drown her off with the drip
Gang with me, ain't no bitch niggas
If we shooting shots we ain't missing
Gliss on my gliss
I shine on a bitch
Micheal my drip, make your bitch wet
She slide on my stick
I Bombay my spirit
Never fold, never flip
Fuck out my face if you ain't talking money
I comprehend Bricks (YSL)
All a nigga wants is fifty percent, you naahmeean
And uhhm, niggas gon' gimme my fifty percent ima draw up a contract
And then pull up with my fifty percent, f'tsek
And then on top of that uhm
I need fifty bad bitches in the room with like baby oil
And Black Labels, sgaang of them
No Moets, no Veuves
Fuck yall niggas who drink Veuve man
Fuck all yall niggas man
Yall niggas weak as fuck man
Yall niggas be shitting on the side of the fucken toilet bruh
You niggas weak bro
Anyway we need that
We need that
We need that fifty bad bitches man, you naahmeean
And, and the revenge man you know awe