[Chorus: painless]

Hated back then, bitch, look at me now

I'm on the top floor wavin' the crown

Hit from the back, need to slow that shit down

You goin' too fast and it makin' me frown

Talk 'bout a beef and I keep it in pounds

M16 and it got hundred rounds

.223 and it's makin' a sound

Talkin' 'bout money, I keep an allowance

Hated back then, bitch, look at me now

I'm on the top floor wavin' the crown

Hit from the back, need to slow that shit down

You goin' too fast and it makin' me frown

Talk 'bout a beef and I keep it in pounds

M16 and it got hundred rounds

.223 and it's makin' a sound

Talkin' 'bout money, I keep an allowance

[Verse 1: painless]

I don't even know how the fuck I be doin' it

Talkin' 'bout guap and I'm speakin' in fluent

Takin' the Percs and I'm finna get stupid

Ain't gettin' money, the fuck is you doin'?

Hangin' 'round savages, shooters is ruthless

Run up on me and the Draco be shootin'

Bitch, I be singin' like DJ Screwin

Feds comе knockin', we finna get movin'

[Verse 2: rejectedreyna]

I be lurkin' in placеs that you cannot pronounce

We don't count up no money, rather be countin' up rounds

If you don't think that we hit ya, we still makin' our rounds

Lamb mask on, we spill yo' brains, body gon' hit that ground

Post up at the range, I plan to shoot at every vital organ and bone

If you don't ever leave the crib, I plan to shoot up ya work and post at ya home

If you don't wanna make ya moms cry, better not pick up that phone

Heart beat slow, bitch made tongue-tied

You know what we do to you, slit necks, then you're old news

Open up that closet, bitch, fit necks with a old noose

Blood be drippin' on my mask, lookin' like I paint the room

High as fuck, I'm noddin' off, I might be right up at the moon

Ridin' 'round with all my lambs, movin' 'round like zoom-zoom-zoom

Movin' 'round like I'm on top, trunk be full of bloody tools

Chainsaw revvin' like I'm Leatherface, I'm feelin' stupid as fuck

I don't need nothing but my knife, I'm fallin' for drugs

[Verse 3: glooom]

Smokin' on Thraxx, my eyes closed up

Lost my soul, ain't showin' no love

I-I love when the gas hits my lung

Walk around with a Gen5 out, not tucked

I'm spillin' my red on my Balmain's

Spillin' red on that mothafuckin' couch

I-I'm poppin' shit that might take my ass out

Walk out the bank with that white on my snout

I'm on my throne, nod off on the couch

I'm on my throne, nod off on the floor

Take a pic of all these damn racks on the floor

Feel so much pain and it hurt to the core

When I see the red that I spilled on the floor

Chrome Hearts glasses, I look like a dork

Pockets stay fat, need to put down the fork

DS3 how I carry that torch

[Chorus: painless]

Hated back then, bitch, look at me now

I'm on the top floor wavin' the crown

Hit from the back, need to slow that shit down

You goin' too fast and it makin' me frown

Talk 'bout a beef and I keep it in pounds

M16 and it got hundred rounds

.223 and it's makin' a sound

Talkin' 'bout money, I keep an allowance

Hated back then, bitch, look at me now

I'm on the top floor wavin' the crown

Hit from the back, need to slow that shit down

You goin' too fast and it makin' me frown

Talk 'bout a beef and I keep it in pounds

M16 and it got hundred rounds

.223 and it's makin' a sound

Talkin' 'bout money, I keep an allowance