jonoftf, Slump6s - Stain lyrics
[jonoftf, Slump6s - Stain lyrics]
That pussy ass nigga don't really want static
I pull out that choppa and
Let the boy have it
I feel like Lil Uzi I got a new Patek
Bitch I'ma star, I ain't talking bout Patrick
He talking on the net, he ain't bout action
45 bullets bitch, it get to clappin'
I fuck with the drama nigga
Bring the racks in i don't want that hoe
Cause she made of plastic
Don't send me yo song
What the fuck is that shit?
Inna Hellcat, and we fuckin' dashin'
Slide on that fuck nigga right in traffic
Get that boy gone, walah, magic
I'm countin' this money nigga, mathematics
I'm shootin' a three, nigga that's a basket
I'm feelin' like Autumn! how
She love my fashion
I'm jugging that boy, ain't no transaction
Going up, nigga I'm getting traction
Splitting that fuck nigga like a fraction
I rock Number Nine nigga, you at Pacsun
Rushing the pack nigga, Bo Jackson
This Glock get to subtraction
If you wanna verse, nigga know I'm taxin'
Come at that fuck nigga, smoke his ashes
I love my brother, he know where he
Stay, but he told me to, that's a no go
She finna come to the crib, and
She hop on my dick
And I told that lil' ho she a low blow
I cut off Tana, he steady talking on my name
Thats why I don't fuck with him no more
I put a rack on his head, I'ma
Shooter with dreads, and they purple
They lookin' like Jono
I'm finna put that boy in the ground
I'm finna leave that boy dead, yea
I heard he gotta problem with me, why
The fuck I hear what he said, yea
Nigga I feel like i'm Carti, I walk
In the party, it's whole lotta red, yea
You wanna play with my gang, call up
My troops, we leavin' em' dead, yea
She givin' brain in the back of the SE
Come to the crib
And I'm breakin' her back in
Nigga I feel like a pirate, they all
On my dick, I'm just saying
Dakota the captain
I'm just be talking, I'm not even rappin'
I know I'ma rapper, but I'ma be trappin'
All black coupe man, I feel like I'm Batman
Yo bitch on me, she givin' a lap dance
I ain't Jamaican, Dakota a bad man
Off with that nigga they call me the bad dude
We got em' froze, like that nigga a statue
That nigga shit, like we using the bathroom
That nigga mad as a bitch, said
His hoe on my skin
Like Dakota just got a tattoo
That pussy ass nigga don't really want static
I pull out that choppa and
Let the boy have it
I feel like Lil Uzi I got a new Patek
Bitch I'ma star, I ain't talking bout Patrick
He talking on the net, he ain't bout action
45 bullets bitch, it get to clappin'
I fuck with the drama nigga
Bring the racks in i don't want that hoe
Cause she made of plastic
Don't send me yo song
What the fuck is that shit?
Inna hellcat, and we fuckin' dashin'
Slide on that fuck nigga right in traffic
Get that boy gone, walah, magic
I'm countin' this money nigga, mathematics
I'm shootin' a three, nigga that's a basket
I'm feelin' like Autumn! how
She love my fashion
I'm jugging that boy, ain't no transaction
Going up, nigga I'm getting traction
Splitting that fuck nigga like a fraction
I rock Number Nine nigga, you at Pacsun
Rushing the pack nigga, Bo Jackson
This Glock get to subtraction
If you wanna verse, nigga know I'm taxin'
Come at that fuck nigga, smoke his ashes
I pull out that choppa and
Let the boy have it
I feel like Lil Uzi I got a new Patek
Bitch I'ma star, I ain't talking bout Patrick
He talking on the net, he ain't bout action
45 bullets bitch, it get to clappin'
I fuck with the drama nigga
Bring the racks in i don't want that hoe
Cause she made of plastic
Don't send me yo song
What the fuck is that shit?
Inna Hellcat, and we fuckin' dashin'
Slide on that fuck nigga right in traffic
Get that boy gone, walah, magic
I'm countin' this money nigga, mathematics
I'm shootin' a three, nigga that's a basket
I'm feelin' like Autumn! how
She love my fashion
I'm jugging that boy, ain't no transaction
Going up, nigga I'm getting traction
Splitting that fuck nigga like a fraction
I rock Number Nine nigga, you at Pacsun
Rushing the pack nigga, Bo Jackson
This Glock get to subtraction
If you wanna verse, nigga know I'm taxin'
Come at that fuck nigga, smoke his ashes
I love my brother, he know where he
Stay, but he told me to, that's a no go
She finna come to the crib, and
She hop on my dick
And I told that lil' ho she a low blow
I cut off Tana, he steady talking on my name
Thats why I don't fuck with him no more
I put a rack on his head, I'ma
Shooter with dreads, and they purple
They lookin' like Jono
I'm finna put that boy in the ground
I'm finna leave that boy dead, yea
I heard he gotta problem with me, why
The fuck I hear what he said, yea
Nigga I feel like i'm Carti, I walk
In the party, it's whole lotta red, yea
You wanna play with my gang, call up
My troops, we leavin' em' dead, yea
She givin' brain in the back of the SE
Come to the crib
And I'm breakin' her back in
Nigga I feel like a pirate, they all
On my dick, I'm just saying
Dakota the captain
I'm just be talking, I'm not even rappin'
I know I'ma rapper, but I'ma be trappin'
All black coupe man, I feel like I'm Batman
Yo bitch on me, she givin' a lap dance
I ain't Jamaican, Dakota a bad man
Off with that nigga they call me the bad dude
We got em' froze, like that nigga a statue
That nigga shit, like we using the bathroom
That nigga mad as a bitch, said
His hoe on my skin
Like Dakota just got a tattoo
That pussy ass nigga don't really want static
I pull out that choppa and
Let the boy have it
I feel like Lil Uzi I got a new Patek
Bitch I'ma star, I ain't talking bout Patrick
He talking on the net, he ain't bout action
45 bullets bitch, it get to clappin'
I fuck with the drama nigga
Bring the racks in i don't want that hoe
Cause she made of plastic
Don't send me yo song
What the fuck is that shit?
Inna hellcat, and we fuckin' dashin'
Slide on that fuck nigga right in traffic
Get that boy gone, walah, magic
I'm countin' this money nigga, mathematics
I'm shootin' a three, nigga that's a basket
I'm feelin' like Autumn! how
She love my fashion
I'm jugging that boy, ain't no transaction
Going up, nigga I'm getting traction
Splitting that fuck nigga like a fraction
I rock Number Nine nigga, you at Pacsun
Rushing the pack nigga, Bo Jackson
This Glock get to subtraction
If you wanna verse, nigga know I'm taxin'
Come at that fuck nigga, smoke his ashes