AIM Stunna - Gangstas Pain Lyrics

The best to do it, and when it Comes to my lil' nine i love it like I'm cupid
She like to act up type, but when She come around she loosen
And no I can't love you, my heart Too cold, man I'm the coolest
And if you wanna play then we pursuing, just keep your distance

You said you had a pass in my City, go head and rip it
I got a gun, could pop a mountain head off if it hit it
And that's the issue, niggas get Too hot and then don't listen
And why you bitches stay up in My business

You told me something then Showed me something different
What's the issue, what's the business
See I'd be wrong if I let these Hollows just come and hit you
And back in the day I told you I'ma always be with you

But after this my nigga I won't Miss you
Just a gangsta's pain when you up Early out your sleep
Standing on the block selling to The buddies with no teeth
Just a gangsta's pain when you Realize him or me

Now you're going home, blood On your hands and your feet
Just a gangsta's pain when you always in the streets
So everything in yo mama name For safe keeps
It's a gangsta's pain when you be walking with the heat

You gotta up it and bust at niggas For stepping on your feet
Look, this shit get deeper than you think
I keep a cane for niggas playing games, release them from the pain
I finish what they started, who's to blame about the shit

We eating niggas up and I ain't got no bib
A lot of them just blow they ass up, some Nagasaki shit
A lot of lip, they'll have them taking off about their politics
We popping shit, it's 4th of July whenever we slide on shit

You feel me? I'm on a higher pedestal, I just hope that you hear me
From down at the bottom, boy you a fool, you can't get near me
I been awoken, I sell a zip then f*ck a bitch, she got the super soaker
She sucked me up, the spit was bubbly like Coca-Cola

And why you doing all that faking nigga, always posing
You know it's over when we get them booked
Trying to drop opps like they flies, so many guns, these crackers shook
Got they ass hypnotized, boy we on the rise, yall merely crooks

Wit pump actions, getting racks and, paper stacking, we making books
Sliding down the north, I got my pole, it got that Christmas look
Dropping off a gift with hollow tips, we popping blips
And nooks for partners, I got that rocket, better stop it, we'll leave you cooked

Put you on display, this can of raid, is killing opps today
Take yo lil bitch, yeah she good, she put me in that sunken place
Okay, load up the AK, let it spray want a lil Uzi
To make him pay, too far gone, never could be saved, nah

Better not miss me, bloody baseboards from that duranged
Thing gotta maintain, get it popping like we got tanks
Got a crazy mind, but it's straight cause It keep it safe from
Stupid ass things over fam I let it bang, bang

Leaving niggas stuck up in this bed frame, ain't about a game
Nah nigga, please, ain't no more tryna be clean
Taking them off as a team, who else could it be
The one and only prodigy, standing on business you see

Just a gangsta pain, when you up early, out yo sleep
Standing on the block, selling to the buddies with no teeth
Just a gangstas pain, when you realize Him or me
Now you're going home, blood on your hands and your feet

Just a gangstas pain, when you always in the streets
So everything, in yo mama name for safe keeps
It's a gangstas pain, when you be walking with the heat
You gotta up it and bust at niggas for stepping on your feet

Niggas step to me, it's gon' be first 48 like the show
Back stabbing, you think you crafty, leave you up under that floor
Sick of niggas, I'm sneezing and steady weaving
The beefing like Jolly Jeepers, I'm creeping

I hope to leave yo ass leaking for allat sneaking
Niggas keep on speaking, for what reason
It ain't shit they teaching all that beefing
For what reason, man, you can't kill shit decent

Steady capping, and your rapping
Ain't none of it happened, ran away and ended up crashing
Boy, you know we was laughing
The way I roll with the flows, wouldn't think I'm this old

You jhits be soft as paper, crazy how you niggas fold
Your partner see a couple dollars, just like that, he sold
Feel like a trucker with the way we out here moving loads
They'll set you up like it's nothing, gotta be sick of bitches

Raw, at riding the beat, man, this my wave from rats to riches
Thousands just for the bottom half of the fit niggas wishing
Got out the Projects, ain't need no more roaches in my kitchen
I want this fame thing, chill with your ex, or f*ck the nigga

It's the same thing, told on your partner
Who a rode with you that's some lame things
He popped a bitch and not his hit, that's some no aim things
(Damn), creeping on us in our hood, you better come with some decency

Locked up over bitch, I swear you hurt niggas killing me
When they come to the opps, Its like they all on a bitchin' spree
I'm in a different type of mode, I ain't what I used to be
Just a gangster's pain, when you up early out your sleep

Standing on the block, selling to the buddies with no teeth
Just a gangster's pain, when you realize, him or me
Now you're going home, blood on your hands and your feet
Just a gangster's pain, when you always in the streets

So everything, in yo mama name for safe keeps
It's a gangster's pain, when you be walking with the heat
You gotta up it and bust at niggas for stepping on your feet