STAIN lyrics

[Verse 1]
c*ck-back, shoot, no miss
Red dots, see him fall when it hit
Strapped up, we got Glocks in this b*tch
Got a new mag, stay spinning raw out the clip
Big bills, man I'm on some boss sh*t
Walk up, got your door kicked in
Body Builder, heavy weights on my f*cking wrist
Might catch you out in traffic, hope he don't slip
Been balling like i'm Kobe back in '06
Free the guys, man f*ck all these stupid pigs
Turn their ass into bacon, how I'm cookin' it
Young ZOTiYAC when I get to murdering
Try to rob
b*tch you going to die today
Late night on the street, b*tch you better pray
Real killers and you know we hit the murder rate
In the clouds and I'm knocking on heavens gate
Pull up and shoot God in his f*cking face
Little home invasion, no real estate
You know how I'm rocking pulling up in broad day
Got the b*tch dancing, no Broadway
Call me a "A" cause you always see me with a "K"
Says he drop heat in front of where he stay
Double G's
On my waist
[Bridge: Chucky]
What are you, f*cking nuts? Hahahaha!

[Verse 2]
Got the semi in the back, get to spraying with it
You would think I got a farm with all this chicken
Always pulled up in a Wraith, He still in a Civic
Put him out, take his life turn him to a spirit
All the bands on me, how they so prolific
While you still on my di*k trying to mimic
Big guns on me, you know how I'm rocking
Trying to f*cking OD, pop another goblin
Hit a bro with sustain living off robbing
Flexing on the block, put him in a f*cking coffin
Hurry up and full blow with them f*cking pockets
Said he'd buy them by the P
You know how I'm shopping
Got it all on me
f*ck talking about it

[Verse 1 (slowed down)]
c*ck-back, shoot, no miss
Red dots, see him fall when it hit
Strapped up, we got Glocks in this b*tch
Got a new mag, stay spinning raw out the clip
Big bills, man I'm on some boss sh*t
Walk up, got your door kicked in
Body Builder, heavy weights on my f*cking wrist
Might catch you out in traffic, hope he don't slip
Been balling like i'm Kobe back in '06
Free the guys, man f*ck all these stupid pigs
Turn their ass into bacon, how I'm cookin' it
Young ZOTiYAC when I get to murdering
Try to rob
b*tch you going to die today
Late night on the street, b*tch you better pray
Real killers and you know we hit the murder rate
In the clouds and I'm knocking on heavens gate
Pull up and shoot God in his f*cking face
Little home invasion, no real estate
You know how I'm rocking pulling up in broad day
Got the b*tch dancing, no Broadway
Call me a "A" cause you always see me with a "K"
Says he drop heat in front of where he stay
Double G's
On my waist
[Bridge: Chucky]
What are you, f*cking nuts? Hahahaha!

[Verse 2 (slowed down)]
Got the semi in the back, get to spraying with it
You would think I got a farm with all this chicken
Always pulled up in a Wraith, He still in a Civic
Put him out, take his life turn him to a spirit
All the bands on me, how they so prolific
While you still on my di*k trying to mimic
Big guns on me, you know how I'm rocking
Trying to f*cking OD, pop another goblin
Hit a bro with sustain living off robbing
Flexing on the block, put him in a f*cking coffin
Hurry up and full blow with them f*cking pockets
Said he'd buy them by the P
You know how I'm shopping
Got it all on me
f*ck talking about it