Sauce Walka - They Hurt lyrics

[Intro] XO Saucy Oohwee, splash Chamberlain, he's got it! Splash, drip, splash, woo [Chorus] Stuck to the code of the streets I be with players and G's Ain't no snitches around me I sent the b**h to work She sellin' a**, no twerk I Gucci collared my shirt Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt Stuck to the code of the streets I be with players and G's Ain't no snitches around me I sent the b**h to work She sellin' a**, no twerk I Gucci collared my shirt Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt [Verse 1] They hurt I Gucci collared my shirt My diamonds came from the earth No I ain't sellin' no work No I ain't poppin' no percs My b**hes poppin' they skirt I make a ho out a nurse She put that Glock in her purse She hid my skin off in it Don't let that fat a** get you k**ed I'll have 'em skin your fitted She done marine gold titties I got b**hes, on some Trina sh** That lay up in Saks like the baddest b**hes Drive my 'round the city with them chopper sticks Everybody claimin' Murder One But in real life they never murdered one Only thing you n***as ever sprayed Was water guns when you playin' with your son This some sh** that I done really done Beat cages fat as Big Pun All my n***as shinin' like the sun 'Cause these backstreet boys never sung [Chorus] Stuck to the code of the streets I be with players and G's Ain't no snitches around me I sent the b**h to work She sellin' a**, no twerk I Gucci collared my shirt Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt Stuck to the code of the streets I be with players and G's Ain't no snitches around me I sent the b**h to work She sellin' a**, no twerk I Gucci collared my shirt Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt [Verse 2] He mad How you still broke as your dad? How you thirty in a Jag? How you nineteen with on stash? How you twenty-three with no pad? How could you beg for p**y in the strip club instead of chasin' that cash? Why would you hate when you see me? Double date with two b**hes from France n***as is gay, only time you double date when it's you and your mans I'ma just have to pull up with some double K's and go'n and ruin your plans My n***as scoot up in vans They gon' knock you out your Vans I ain't never had a reason for a heart My mama would shoot out a cast Boy your mama had you in church After that, take your suit out your hand While you was singin' Wade in the Water I was in the kitchen tryna rock a quarter In the dopehouse, really takin' orders Then I got a b**h, then I got smarter [Chorus] Stuck to the code of the streets I be with players and G's Ain't no snitches around me I sent the b**h to work She sellin' a**, no twerk I Gucci collared my shirt Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt Stuck to the code of the streets I be with players and G's Ain't no snitches around me I sent the b**h to work She sellin' a**, no twerk I Gucci collared my shirt Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt [Outro] Drip