STAIN

Lyrics

[Intro: SosMula] Ooh, beep, beep Hrr, beep, hrr, beep Hrr, hrr (Yung Germ), hrr [Verse 1: SosMula] Ah, we don't bitch-talk, nigga (No, no), we don't snitch-talk, nigga (No, no) We don't switch-walk, nigga (Fuck out of here), got my SIG Sauer, nigga (Doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm a jigsaw, nigga (Sleezy, Sleezy) Want your AP watch, nigga, take your wrist off, nigga (Give me that, give me that) Who the fuck you niggas barkin' at? A big dog, nigga (Fuck out of here) Got my forty on me, I don't need a bodyguard, nigga (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) You gon' need a bodyguard for your bodyguard, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, damn, son, where'd you find this?) I'ma body y'all, send your body to the graveyard, nigga (Fuck out of here) Family cryin' out, they gon' pour liquor, uh (Pour liquor, pour liq') Get her ready for the mortician, uh (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) Shoot your block up nigga, on a four-wheeler, uh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, Trap-A-Holics, bitch) Since a youngin, been a fucking door kicker, uh (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) They gon' throw the towel, put a fork in it, uh (Fuck out of here) Got my forty-cal in my Porsche drifter, uh, uh (Boom, boom, boom) Shorty wild, put it all in her, uh (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit) Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' like a sports centеr, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus: SosMula] New chain, we gon' stain that (Give mе that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that, give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, real trap shit) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that, give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) [Verse 2: nascar aloe & SosMula] Helicopters, I hear the coppers (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Sittin' there and just debatin' 'bout who'll get shot first (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) This probably gonna get you shot first, yo, call the doctors (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 7.62, it turns your ass to fuckin' mincemeat (Grrah, grrah) The last gore move was this entire magazine clip (Get done) Did what I had to do, he said, "My family gonna miss me" (Ah-hah) Boy, you can't rap in loop because my finger's getting itchy (Ah-ooh) Watch how you talk, give a fuck how you feel, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Might have to kill man, act like a opp You get put it on a milk can (Shh), drop with the Glock Ain't no way you could still stand (Agh), 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 Keep me out your fuckin' mouth, on all your blog sites When you walk in, I'm confiscatin' all ice (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus: SosMula] New chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that, give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Give me that, give me that) Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)