Stincmeaner ! lyrics

[Verse 1: Verde Babii]
Bro said it's on the floor, I did my money dance (I did my money dance)
A hundred on the chop’ll make a opp do the Running Man
He said it's funk but I ain't tripping, keep my gun in hand
It’s 24-Double-0 but I got shooters in Nightinghanistan
My life treacherous, like f*ck that stock, this GLOCK got stick equipped (That n*gga got thirty on it)
Like how the f*ck you n*ggas killers? Ain't nobody dead
RIP my brother Antt, every time I shed a tear it's another skit
[?] the load, [?] and buy another blick
Bro just intercepted the pack, he Deion with the pick
Like aye, cuz, I went and popped up [?], I am not missing
Like aye, cuz, I done popped blood too and he banged the wrong sh*t
This GLOCK got fully switch so when you shooting it go ah-ah-ah
FN Five-seveN [?], this is not no chop (This is not no chop)
I just hit a lick for some—tryna set up shop
Aye, I'm tryna set up shop
I just hit a—for some—I'm tryna set up shop

[Verse 2: SSRichh33]
Drop skeezy, park the car, you know I'm bouncing out
This baby K gon' stop the load, got n*ggas hopping out (Got n*ggas hopping out)
I can't let him get away, we finna run him down (Finna run him down)
Ran off on the plug, I’m up a couple pounds (I’m up a couple pounds)
Aye, b*tch, go and f*ck it up (Go and f*ck it up)
[?], we popped your brother, go and pick him up (Go and pick him up)
Aye, n*gga, this big b*tch gon' knock him out his shoes (Gon’ knock him out his shoes)
Bro just copped a G22, my n*ggas tryna hoop (My n*ggas tryna hoop)
If it's up then it's stuck, we finna wiggle through (We gon' slide)
Better have it on you, n*ggas lacking, put him on the news (Put him on the news)
Dead n*ggas in my Wood, I don’t wanna match it
Ain't worried 'bout a opp, we got the drop and them n*ggas faggots (And them n*ggas faggots)
I'm a ball hog, I'm not finna pass it (I ain't passing sh*t)
Bounce up out the load, get him gone, now he in a casket
Aye, n*gga, I'm not finna pass it
Bounce up out the load, get him gone, now he in a ca—
[Verse 3: EBK Osama]
Aye, we put that n*gga in that tux, he looking Dapper Dan (He looking fresh as f*ck)
Why the f*ck the opps playing my song like I won't whack a fan? (Like I won't smack a b*tch)
Magic School Bus, we took a trip and almost crashed the Benz (We on a field trip)
My lil bro was born to hoop but he still tryna slam, aye
While he was p*ssing on his balls I was p*ssing on my hands (I was p*ssing on my hands)
While he was playing G.I. Joe I was tryna cram, aye (I was tryna cram)
n*gga, I was playing with poles (Playing with sticks)
While he was tryna be Tyrese I was breaking these hoes, aye (n*gga)
It was me and lil Tyreek, we was breaking in homes
Tryna crack a sucker, we find a strap then we taking a pole (Taking that sh*t, n*gga)
Aye, n*gga, a real chink bleeder (Real chink bleeder)
And, b*tch, it's poles in the load, these ain't no seat heaters (Aye)
I will chase a hot n*gga down like a heat seeker
I do not f*ck with these n*ggas, b*tch, I'm Stinkmeaner, aye
Chase a hot n*gga down like a heat seeker
I do not f*ck with these n*ggas, b*tch, I'm Stinkmeaner, aye