Make A Stain

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Kane] A check, what you get runnin' to a motherfuckin' headlock I'm scared to squeeze Gonna get my hustle on, gonna keep my fuckin' type Trippin' on smokin' that shit you did Busters learn, they'll get burned Fuckin' with the players that packin' tones Left your chrome, now it's on, buckin' dead gotta get cold jone Plenty many bitches gettin' served, on this deadly tip Grab my blunt and hit the blood, with the pistol on my motherfuckin' hip Grippin' up shit, on the floor, so what you gonna do? Blast your names, testin' the Kane, then I show that chrome, fool Toe to toe, that yalk don't playin', busters know the fuckin' deal Kick back, comin' at [?], with my roadies, 'cause we just so trip E-L-P ain't takin' shit, hope that you ain't mad, bitch Lay your ass down on the curb, then Tini goin' and shank these tricks Feel the sun, boom, of my teflon, it really try to transfer Bitch, I hope you got your best loan, bitch If fuck is what you want, my manation changed And I pistol whip a nigga with my motherfuckin' gang [Chorus] Let's make a stain, let's make a stain Fuck these paddy niggas, we goin' for the main Let's make a stain, let's make a stain Grabbin' all the dope and cheese that keeps us in the game [Verse 2: Mr. TiniMaine] Hurry, how can I solve this problem? I'm fuckin' 'em, I'm lockin' 'em in to my trunk And I'm strappin' 'em, constantly dumpin' 'em I'm thinkin' of nartics to pump 'em up I'm tired of these niggas, flaugin' and actin', and treat 'em like they better Providin' my style, I'm true comin' out, and I [?] kickin' you fellas The eastside of town, is where I reborn, like once [?] So run, no need, there's nowhere to hide Say goodbye, you tryna rob me, you'll die For beast, it's simple as that A nigga that's creepin' and stickin' a [?] in his feet A nigga that's quicker than a opp Never digital, TiniMaine was fuckin' like a pie Livin' as I buck, smokin' hay and bud All up to my nigga smoke a lighter, then strike her Another megablunt to get higher, then buy her, plenty heat Then campaignin' like they shoot bones Gotta get it on, thinkin' of another cone Fuck these bitches dead, put 'em up, spit on their grave Gotta get a twelve-gauge with the bitch boys Never lot of packin' bands, but this [?] shit Real niggas turn to busters, too many niggas in my neighbourhood I'll beat these [?] to my hood What do I see? Is lot of birds, lot of plane I did everything I could Fuck you busters in my head [Chorus] Let's make a stain, let's make a stain Fuck these paddy niggas, we goin' for the main Let's make a stain, let's make a stain Grabbin' all the dope and cheese that keeps us in the game [Verse 3: Don Trigga] Grippin' got my nina, packed in my stash Ready to blast, this is the stain Straight to you blind, hiss and then learn Put down your guns and you [?] might get burned Make no mistake, there's no escape Hollowpoint lead, enters your head Don't make a move, don't make a sound Drop off this shit, bitch lay it down Clickin' on you motherfucker busters that traitin' and flaugin' Ain't down with this paddy shit It's another lunatic with my eyes on your shit Fuck up and you will get buried quick So full of that hatress, suckers I'll scope I'm glad and I came back to [?] with some cheese I creep through the night, these demons I strike I'm buckin' these busters right down to their knees You gots to stay real of your figure To bigger your creep and to keep some dope Stayin' 'bout my hogg, killin' and stealin' what's up with the nina, hoe Click with the Mark, criminal clan, conin' out these buster lames Scope out the scene, nigga ride clean, hit my nigga TiniMaine Artilery packed in the trunk, it's time for some players to vamp to the crime scene Creepin' up on the streets, quiet Jones, got away nice and clean Pocket full of cash, as I'm [?] chillin' mane Listen and learn from this pimp shit I spit Trigga's down for stangin' lane