Orgasm Full Of Pain (feat. Deante Hitchcock)

Yeah Yeah I been drinkin' this liquor That's the key, that's the smooth right there, yeah I been drinkin' this liquor, bitch, this ain't no liquor But it made my shit bigger, yeah, it made my shit, it made my shit I'm drinkin' this liquor, bitch, this ain't no liquor But it made my shit bigger Yeah it made my shit, it made my shit Chorus: Guapdad 4000 Orgasm full of pain, yeah Ayy, hangover for champagne Orgasm full of pain Can't feel the same, I just can't, yeah, yeah Orgasm full of- Verse 1: Guapdad 4000 I hide my pride, but still came to say She had the time of her lil' stupid ass life Crawlin' in that candy paint Strawberry with the flakes Sour apple green, dapper than Gucci to the bank Touch more road than the street sweeper For fishes in the tank, not to see, but to eat Sashimi tuna on my plate, for the liquor in my face Like chefs with fillet, she wanna put a truffle on my meat I'm cuttin' up today What is life for an open dude Ghetto got my soul so confused I used my white voice 'til my patience was overused Use my black force and the white say the local rules Sequoia leftover food Was tap inside my cups, but it's not from the local brews Uncles and daddies and all my cousins all been on the local news Gentrification came to rape us and then the locals moved And it's all love, as we all bust Chorus: Guapdad 4000 & Deante Hitchcock Orgasm full of pain, yeah Ayy, hangover for champagne This shit slap nigga I'm finna beat somebody today Orgasm full of pain Can't feel the same, I just can't, yeah, yeah Ayy, hangover for champagne Ayy, okay Orgasm full of pain What was the question Can't feel the same, I just can't Verse 2: Deante Hitchcock Okay, yeah these niggas pay to fuck But I never gave a fuck 'bout all of the things that most people go crazy for I been savin' up bread from projects to get my folks out the projects But I'm projected, hol' up, what was the question I tweak, must be the weed, no, I read Don't tell my momma, I promised her I would quit by a week A soul cold, and I know she know I be lyin' But I think she feelin' drained and don't wanna force it on me Let that sink in for a second This ink pen is my weapon I tweak again, what's the question This edible really over here with my head, dawg Okay, I'm feelin' it Killin' shit how I'm makin' a livin' Me and my syndicate livin' more frivolous Now that all my business legitimate Grew up a citizen in a city where folks slime outsellers Slytherin all for the love of the Benjamins Pendulum swing, rap, shame song, camouflage blendin' in 'Cause those who stand out, soon require casket to sit 'em in shit What was the question again bruh I'm off a Xanny, please don't tell my granny, don't think she be understandin' I took a trip to LA for the Grammy's Pockets on scampi, that shrimp, just like this plane, I can't tip I want my pockets on crip, so I'ma hustle like Nip For them blue faces, shoelaces tied, they want me to slip But I can't fall at all, me and my dawgs gon' ball Something, fall, somethin', something, at all Orgasm full of pain