stain - 83hades 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 -ss 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 k!llers 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 d-ck 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 -ss 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 k!llers 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 d-ck 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
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