Testo Stain - VonOff1700
Testo della canzone Stain (VonOff1700), tratta dall'album #FreeMyHoodFuckYoHood: Bounce Out Edition
(Double0)
Alright, nigga be, okay
The fuck? Where the fuck is y'all lil' niggas at?
Where the fuck is the opps at? (This gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Alright, uh (okay, shit, fuck)
Let's go body for body (let's do it), dollar for dollar (your broke ass)
When we bounced out on him, the nigga was hollerin' (he was screamin', "Shit, ah")
I was just down on my dick tryna catch me a lick
It was me and Lil Three, we was plottin' (robbin')
Say he did what to lil' Von or took somethin' from me?
Tell that lil' nigga to stop it (bitch ass)
Niggas got switches and Dracs, I'm comin' so different
I'm finna go buy me a rocket (dumbass)
I did what I did for my mama, my brother, my granny
So nigga, stop watchin' my pocket (nigga, I'm turnt)
Nigga, I'm turnt, not burnt, you niggas washed up
Wherever I go, I'm the topic (you know that)
You ain't never did shit for me, but want somethin' for me?
Nigga, what the fuck is your logic?
That nigga did not wanna die, when we bounced out on him
That nigga was faster than Sonic (his bitch ass)
Just got a brand new ten with a button, a Vec'
And the top of this bitch got an optic
One of the opps tryna rap, he don't get no views
All of his shit be floppin' (that shit so weak)
Dissed on the gang, he was found with a shot to the head
On the ground, layin' next to the garbage
Niggas talkin' 'bout they some goons
Shout-out Lil Wayne, nigga, I run with some goblins
I'm finna go out robbin' (come here), at 4 a.m
I done caught me a white nigga joggin' (I need it)
Wanna laugh 'bout the opps on a post, I don't give a fuck
You'll die just over a comment (you know that)
He don't wanna come outside, if I catch his bitch
I'ma fuck around, shoot off her bonnet (her bitch ass)
You niggas can't do what I do, if you seen what I seen
Half you niggas'll vomit (your bitch ass nigga)
Bounced out on him, the nigga ain't even try to run
So shot his his all in his stomach (his dumb ass)
Hit they block in a straight, this bitch so loud
I know the niggas heard us comin' (a straight)
Just got booked for a pipe and you right back out
Nigga, you told them somethin' (fuckin' rat)
I been in that room plenty of times, you can check my name
I ain't never told them nothin' (nigga, I'm really damn rich, you know that, come on)
Boy, I do this shit for the gang, your ass gon' die try to touch my chain (dumbass, the fuck?)
That nigga wanna play with my name, find out where he hang and pull up
And stop his rain (his bitch ass)
Put on my glasses, that's the reason I got aim (I see him)
Catch him in traffic and beat up his Range (dumbass)
I knew he was died, I shot his ass all in his head
'Cause the nigga wasn't usin' his brain (dumbass)
Try to go hang with the opps at a young age
You flushin' your life down the drain
Hit his ass so many times, the bitch ain't die
But I bet you the nigga in pain
Stop sayin' I killed that man, when he got clapped up
I was somewhere on a plane (you know that)
Lil Three used to come get me like
"Put on your mask and gloves, I got us a stain" (gone)
Fuck?
Turnt up, not burnt up
Diss on the gang, gon' get your dumb ass sent up, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Cooper, Davon Meeks, Collin Lytle, Jack Cohen Mungan, Rachon Carter
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