Stains

Bitch i'm toting stainless
Leave him brainless
All my life i'm told that ima asshole, anus
40 swingin
K clip danglin'
I promise you that this will all be quick and painless
Kamehameha that bitch go Super Saiyan
Ruthless leave that nigga toothless dang it
Sprayin
Like some cleaning agent
I'm the one that's trippin cause the drugs was laced in
Some motherfuckin' Oxy, now i got moxy
You wanna get it poppin like a molly, prolly
Niggas wanna go to war and end up sorry
Cause they bm all up in my wraith callin' me papi
30 on my waist I Stephen Curry in his face
I know a couple niggas that'll kill you for some J's
Niggas really trippin
Put the game into submission
Like im Cordae Scottie Pippen
Pump that nigga like a piston
All these bitches really ignorant
Sick of it coppin hella Fendi taking flicks wit it
Into it all of my fuckin bars are so damn intricate
I'm in outer space
Like it's Men In Black I run up in the syndicate
Then again I don't need the Gucci and the Louis shit
I just need yo bitch to get undressed just like a Barbie bitch
Blueface in my pocket so I guess that you could call me Stitch
Niggas always ask me why i do it, for the fun of it
Pockets is always crippin but i am not
They sellin' rock, got these bitches all on my cock
They on my dick, i'm just tryna dread up my locks
Man im yo pops
Im whippin' im whippin'
I cook in the kitchen get back to the pot

Niggas talking on my name like I don't know nun bout it,
But if I ever you hear talking i'm a do some bout it,
Yeah my name be in they mouth because they can't keep it shut,
But when I pull up in the cut they gon keep it a buck,
Damn, are you dumb yo?
What the fuck bro?
Like my nigga Wayne said where the love go?
5,4,3,2,1 I'm on ya head bro,
Cause all you niggas really oppin to the feds bro,
I can't even give you niggas my trust,
When it came down to the time you niggas told for the bust,
Back in eighth grade with the temp fade,
The same eight or ten niggas had a switchblade,
And we was selling pills just to get the rent paid,
All the money that it cost we had to maintain,
And you know we got it all back in the same day,
But not from selling we just had to take it fair play,
But things changed so we had to go and find a new talent,
Yeah you know we stacking paper getting bread and we countin,
Down the days till we graduate and leave this school,
Or at least until we pop out on a rap pedestal,
Shout out my niggas Eman and Yoriel Duarte,
New Season Camp and you know Jewel be pouring up champagne,
You know we finna get it big cause that's the life that we claim,
For everyone that doubted us we put that shit in the drain,
Put that shit in the drain



Credits
Writer(s): Tré Savage
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