SosMula and nascar aloe - STAIN

Ooh, beep, beep
Frr, beep, frr, beep
Frr, frr (Yung Germ), frr, ah

We don't bitch-talk, nigga (no-no)
We don't snitch-talk, nigga (no-no)
We don't switch-walk, nigga (fuck outta here)
Got my SIG-Sauer, nigga (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm a jigsaw, nigga (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Want your AP watch, nigga, take your wrist off, nigga (gimme that, gimme that)
Who the fuck you niggas barkin' at? A big dog, nigga (fuck outta here)
Got my forty on me, I don't need a body guard, nigga (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
You gon' need a bodyguard for your body guard, nigga (boom boom boom boom, damn, son, where'd you find this?)
I'ma body ya', send your body to the graveyard, nigga (fuck outta here)
Family cryin' out, they gon' pour liquor, uh
Get her ready for the mortician, uh (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Shoot your block up nigga, on a four-wheeler, uh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Since a youngin, been a fucking door kicker, uh (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
They gon' throw the towel, put a fork in it, uh (fuck outta here)
Got my forty-cal on my Porsche drifter, uh, uh (boom boom)
Shorty wild, put it all in her, uh (Trapaholics, real trap shit)
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' like a sports center, uh (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

New chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)

Helicopters, I hear the coppers
Sittin' there and just debatin' 'bout who'll get shot first
They're probably gonna get you shot first
Yo, call the doctors
Ever since too, they'll turn your ass to fuckin' mincemeat
The last gore move was this entire magazine clip
Did what I had to do, he said my family gonna miss me
Boy, you can't lap with loop, because my finger's getting itchy
Watch how you talk, give a fuck how you feel, man
Might have to kill man, act like a opp
We put him on a milk can, drop with the Glock
Ain't no way you could still stand, thought you was a real fan
Ugh, ain't the same, bitch, I ain't all nice
Canine in the pound, watch out, the dog bites
Get me out your fuckin' mouth on all the blog sites
When you walk in, I'm confiscatin' all ice (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

New chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleez

Trap-A-Holics, turn up

Written by:
Vinicius Sosa, Coldy Suoy

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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