Stains

Uh...

Wuss Hattnin?

Uh...

Send My Bitch On Stains
She risk her Life
She be slanging pussy!

Day I chose to ignore my first mind
Is the Day They booked me

D.A. told the judge Revoke my bail
I might not come to court

Read that impact statement to the judge
Said I had no remorse

Blame it on my neighborhood
Seen death at such an early age

Grandma said I'm headed to confinement
Or an early grave

Tell 'em hold the plot
Got too much bread and I can't take it with me

Police pull me over
We gon test the horses in this engine

What you know about gang Shit?
Ain't no reconciliation

Big bro he the shooter
So I'm guilty by affiliation

What you know bout stressing
Cuz you might just spend your life in prison?!

Got so many months
The lawyer had to calculate the sentence

Seasons passed, I had to raise my children through a sheet of glass
The streets they gotta hold of me...
CLAWS deep like Neicy Nash

Can't even take the kids to Skyzone without that Blicky, huh?

Diaper bag full of shells
In case this Shit get sticky Huh!

Man it broke my heart
When I found out my mans was chasing cheese

For that lesser time
He sold his soul and placed em at the scene

Fuck Nigga

Niggas turn state when that pressure on...

Send My bitch on stains
She risk her life
She be slanging pussy!

Fuck I look like beating on my bitch
When she gon bring it to me?

Everybody a Pimp
Until they hit you with that trafficking

You ain't never crossed them state lines
On some mackin' Shit!

You don't know the feeling
When she got you in your feelings
Cuz you really got love for her
But you know you gotta send her!

In and out calls
We take chances all for that fetti!

Tampax Super Plus + bars
That flow heavy!

Johnny Dang, Top and bottom sets
To match these Cuban links

P.E.T.A. might just cancel me
For buying all these Louie Minks

10K or better on my person...
Cop what I want
Me and the plug we stay in touch like cursive

Military grade artillery, Strapped like the Sinaloa!

Lose Your life
For thinking that it's sweet up here in Minnesota!

Come and get your bread
We got plenty we on the best end

Sit down at the table
You eat just make sure you check in!

Detroit boys all about that Chee Chee...

One call and doggy bone
Gon leave your ass stinking like PeeWee!
(PeeWee! The O.G.)

Ass fat, I Palm Her like KeKe!

She love a hood Nigga
Really got it out the mud,
Shit, I was knee Deep!

Hustled just to pay the bills
My actions made a way forreal
Was never into drugs,
Cuz I don't like the way it makes me feel

Money is admission,
The ticket to feel on me...
So trying to free Fuck
Is like trying to steal from me!
(Get yo hand out of my pocket)

A.O.B. No G.F.E. This Shit the Gospel!
Bad Bitches greet me at the door
Like a brothel!

Powerball luck,
You Fuck with me you hit the lottery!
I'm sorry sweetheart
Ain't make the rules, This how it gotta be!

Send My bitch in stains
She risk her life
She be slanging pussy!

$10K for a feature
$30 thousand if you want to book me!

And I got a lawyer on retainer
If you trying to book me...

Fuck I look like beating on my bitch
When she gon bring it to me?



Credits
Writer(s): Tyree Jones
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