Duwap Kaine - Stalker lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Stalker lyrics]
Got that glick at the show
I really think they scared to book me
Sex drive so high, yeah I drove for the pussy
Yeah I'm so high
Yeah I'm smoking on cookie
Boy just give me your tool
Boy I shoulda known you was a rookie
Serving the drank, get my shooter
Yeah I send him to
Fuck rap, man I'm all about money
In the trenches man, kick them in the stomach
Fuck school, I had hoes at homecoming
Fuck these hoes
Man they know how I'm coming
I chase the bag
Nigga that's why I'm running
That choppa hit
And then look how it's running
Took his car, man he left his car running
I wiped his nose and I left his nose runny
Good green, but it's fuckin' up my tummy
Shot at his face, turned him to a mummy
And that foreign go skrrt
Trap shit, bring back Hollister
My gun out, I don't got no holster
Southside, I'm a east coast third
Fuck that hoe, bitch I don't even know her
I'm real high smoking sour kosher
She wanna eat me up, yeah for sure
Smoking dope for covid, nigga I got the cure
Smoking dope and that shit be so pure
I got crazy bitches like I'm on jersey sure
I meant to say Jersey Shore
Fuck yo bitch, yeah I'm fuckin your whore
Goddamn man let me in the door
Got 'bout 5 bricks, man I am the drug lord
Trapping kingdom
We don't got no damn swords
I'm in a truck but I
Don't drive no damn Ford
Gotta text my bitch back with a iPhone cord
Leave me the fuck alone when I wanna record
Bad bitch but she could be yours
Man fuck the rulers, I'd rather do chores
Drip shit, that's that fuckin' Dior
No dip shit, this ain't no Honda Accord
White chalk yo ass, no chalk board
Fuck being real, you don't get a reward
Through the dash, look at the dashboard
This real fast, we don't do Honda Accords
Slime green dripping out of my pores
Big mansion with some fuckin' marble floors
They just want that old flow (that old flow)
I see 12 like "oh no" (goddamn)
I don't fuck with po-po
Any real street nigga know
Look like a con, I'm lookin for gold
She said stop and I'm digging in her soul
Pinky ring while I dig in my nose
Fuck with me, yeah she digging my clothes
Shooting shit nigga like I'm Louieknows
I'm sipping lean, no I don't do the rosé
She a she tryna propose to me
Tripping, man I ain't even smoke today
I'm from the hood son, I ain't come here
Yeah, my niggas eating
I got a bad bitch in some lingerie
I told that damn bitch "do my laundry"
I think them two cups is a part of me
I think them two hollow tips hit his artery
Put me on when I step in the party
Put me on with your bitches, lil shawty
Geeked up man I'm geeked out my body
Foreign whip and that bitch got a body
High as fuck man I'm smoking on
Fuck yo gang, fuck yo whole damn posse
Chain shine, man it look a lil glossy
These niggas hate but they wanna copy
Why 12 hate? Just look how they watch me
(damm)
I really think they scared to book me
Sex drive so high, yeah I drove for the pussy
Yeah I'm so high
Yeah I'm smoking on cookie
Boy just give me your tool
Boy I shoulda known you was a rookie
Serving the drank, get my shooter
Yeah I send him to
Fuck rap, man I'm all about money
In the trenches man, kick them in the stomach
Fuck school, I had hoes at homecoming
Fuck these hoes
Man they know how I'm coming
I chase the bag
Nigga that's why I'm running
That choppa hit
And then look how it's running
Took his car, man he left his car running
I wiped his nose and I left his nose runny
Good green, but it's fuckin' up my tummy
Shot at his face, turned him to a mummy
And that foreign go skrrt
Trap shit, bring back Hollister
My gun out, I don't got no holster
Southside, I'm a east coast third
Fuck that hoe, bitch I don't even know her
I'm real high smoking sour kosher
She wanna eat me up, yeah for sure
Smoking dope for covid, nigga I got the cure
Smoking dope and that shit be so pure
I got crazy bitches like I'm on jersey sure
I meant to say Jersey Shore
Fuck yo bitch, yeah I'm fuckin your whore
Goddamn man let me in the door
Got 'bout 5 bricks, man I am the drug lord
Trapping kingdom
We don't got no damn swords
I'm in a truck but I
Don't drive no damn Ford
Gotta text my bitch back with a iPhone cord
Leave me the fuck alone when I wanna record
Bad bitch but she could be yours
Man fuck the rulers, I'd rather do chores
Drip shit, that's that fuckin' Dior
No dip shit, this ain't no Honda Accord
White chalk yo ass, no chalk board
Fuck being real, you don't get a reward
Through the dash, look at the dashboard
This real fast, we don't do Honda Accords
Slime green dripping out of my pores
Big mansion with some fuckin' marble floors
They just want that old flow (that old flow)
I see 12 like "oh no" (goddamn)
I don't fuck with po-po
Any real street nigga know
Look like a con, I'm lookin for gold
She said stop and I'm digging in her soul
Pinky ring while I dig in my nose
Fuck with me, yeah she digging my clothes
Shooting shit nigga like I'm Louieknows
I'm sipping lean, no I don't do the rosé
She a she tryna propose to me
Tripping, man I ain't even smoke today
I'm from the hood son, I ain't come here
Yeah, my niggas eating
I got a bad bitch in some lingerie
I told that damn bitch "do my laundry"
I think them two cups is a part of me
I think them two hollow tips hit his artery
Put me on when I step in the party
Put me on with your bitches, lil shawty
Geeked up man I'm geeked out my body
Foreign whip and that bitch got a body
High as fuck man I'm smoking on
Fuck yo gang, fuck yo whole damn posse
Chain shine, man it look a lil glossy
These niggas hate but they wanna copy
Why 12 hate? Just look how they watch me
(damm)