Stain (feat. DaBaby)

(Pooh, you're a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)
Put a stain on a nigga if he
(Squat made the beat) yeah

Put a stain on a nigga if he touched me, yeah
Two hundred on my neck, ain't gotta tuck it, yeah
They're just hatin' 'cause I'm up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I'm just sayin', "Why are you actin' like a ho?" Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum, and it's a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

I get money, and you don't
I just did like five platinum in a row
I'm that nigga, no cappin', I'm a goat
All these niggas flow jackin' and I know

And your bitch layin', yeah, she wanna kick it
YSL wearin' ass nigga in a Benz seat
And your girlfriend keep plottin' on my wishlist
Have her stuck, yeah, had to stuff her in a frenzy

Ooh, she loves it, fuckin' and suckin' dick, yeah
Now she's trippin', talkin' 'bout she wanna kiss me
I was busy, I was tryna bum jiffies
Split it 50-50 with my- (yeah, whoa)

Put a stain on a nigga if he touched me, yeah (whoa)
Two hundred on my neck, ain't gotta tuck it, yeah (whoa)
They're just hatin' 'cause I'm up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I'm just sayin', "Why are you actin' like a ho?" Yeah (whoa)
Get the Draco and the drum, and it's a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

And you know that's all it takes to get a nigga smoked and that's a fact
I've been nuttin' quick like I'm a virgin, when we fuck, her ass too fat
I had to fly into New Jersey 'cause New York don't like the strap
We make the nigga front us 30, and we ran off with the sack
(Nah, keep going, keep going)

The nigga you asked to get it (ha)
Bitch, I've been the best since a kid in the neighborhood
When playin' tag with niggas (let's go)
I used to hit licks in my whip, had to switch up the plates
So, the tags were different (yeah, bitch)
And I used to fuck on the sixes and the sevens
Now we fuck the baddest bitches (ten)

I'ma go get the bag, I ain't trippin'
I ain't into goin' outside with niggas (uh, uh)
And I ain't gon' out sad 'bout a bitch
I got hoes on my dick that be tryna harass a nigga (yeah)
That lil' nigga ain't goin' for shit, they gon' come with them sticks
We gon' pull up and smash on niggas (bitch)
See the look on my face, think I'm laughin', nigga?
Last nigga to play, know what happened, nigga?
(They know I-)

Put a stain on a nigga if he touched me, yeah
Two hundred on my neck, ain't gotta tuck it, yeah
They're just hatin' 'cause I'm up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I'm just sayin', "Why are you actin' like a ho? Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum, and it's a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Morris June Jones, Julius Rivera Iii, Kevin Andre Price, Christopher Boland Jones, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Artist J. Dubose, Darryl Clemons
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