Key Glock – Pain Killers

Key Glock – Pain Killers Lyrics

Artist: Key Glock
Song: Pain Killers

(Ayy, Sledgren, this sh#t slap)
Yeah
Yeah, I’m a made n#gg# (Huh), self-made n#gg# (Yeah)
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n#gg# (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n#gg# (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause I ain’t no snake, n#gg# (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 multi-million dollar gang member (Gang)

These n#gg#s, they be gossiping like b#tches, I can’t hang with ’em
And I ain’t got no feelings, I will pop you like a painkiller (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
n#gg#, I’m hardbody, why would I talk pillow? (What?)
You know I got that iron on me, yup, I got that skillet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain’t never hidin’, if it’s yellow, then I’m in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And ten times out of ten, best believe I got it with me (Yeah)
I just got the drop, my young n#gg#s tryna spin it
Yeah, lemon squeeze triggers, got some lemons in my pendant (Lemon)

Yeah, I ain’t worried ’bout another n#gg#, I handle businesses
Yeah, you bleed like I bleed, n#gg#, you want it, you can get it (What’s up?)
Yeah, I’m a made n#gg# (Huh), self-made n#gg#
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n#gg# (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n#gg# (Buh, buh)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause I ain’t no snake, n#gg# (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m a made n#gg# (Yeah), self-made n#gg#
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n#gg# (Phew, yeah)

Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n#gg# (Boom, boom, baow)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause I ain’t no snake, n#gg# (Yeah)
I won’t do sh#t behind your back, it’s in your face, n#gg#
Yeah, you know they call me Glock and that G stand for gangster, n#gg# (Gangster)

Yellow everything, I rep that fire, you know I’m bangin’, n#gg# (Boom)
Racks stuffed in my Gallery jeans, lookin’ like some Wranglers, n#gg#
You know ain’t sh#t changed, n#gg#, just couple of my chains bigger
You tryna get paid, yeah, I’m tryna do the same, n#gg#

I be balling hard just like ‘Melo with the braids, n#gg# (Hard, yeah)
And you can ask anybody ’bout me, they’ll say, n#gg# (What?)
Yeah, I’m a made n#gg# (Yeah), self-made n#gg# (Yeah)
Always been a hustler, all I know is get paid, n#gg# (Phew, phew, phew)

Yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n#gg# (Buh, buh)
I’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause I ain’t no snake, n#gg#
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 multi-million dollar gang member (Gang)

These n#gg#s, they be gossiping like b#tches, I can’t hang with ’em
And I ain’t got no feelings, I will pop you like a painkiller
The f#ck?
Buh
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Release Year: 2022