Lyrics STAIN - 83HADES

STAIN

Cock-back, shoot, no miss
Red dots, see him fall when it hit
Strapped up, we got Glocks in this bitch
Got a new mag, stay spinning raw out the clip
Big bills, man I’m on some boss shit
Walk up, got your door kicked in
Body Builder, heavy weights on my fucking 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 fuck all these stupid pigs
Turn their ass into bacon, how I’m cookin' it
Young ZOTiYAC when I get to murdering
Try to rob
Bitch you going to die today
Late night on the street, bitch you better pray
Real killers 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 fucking face
Little home invasion, no real estate
You know how I’m rocking pulling up in broad day
Got the bitch 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
What are you, fucking nuts?
Hahahaha!
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 dick trying to mimic
Big guns on me, you know how I’m rocking
Trying to fucking OD, pop another goblin
Hit a bro with sustain living off robbing
Flexing on the block, put him in a fucking coffin
Hurry up and full blow with them fucking pockets
Said he’d buy them by the P
You know how I’m shopping
Got it all on me
Fuck talking about it
Cock-back, shoot, no miss
Red dots, see him fall when it hit
Strapped up, we got Glocks in this bitch
Got a new mag, stay spinning raw out the clip
Big bills, man I’m on some boss shit
Walk up, got your door kicked in
Body Builder, heavy weights on my fucking 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 fuck all these stupid pigs
Turn their ass into bacon, how I’m cookin' it
Young ZOTiYAC when I get to murdering
Try to rob
Bitch you going to die today
Late night on the street, bitch you better pray
Real killers 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 fucking face
Little home invasion, no real estate
You know how I’m rocking pulling up in broad day
Got the bitch 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
What are you, fucking nuts?
Hahahaha!
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 dick trying to mimic
Big guns on me, you know how I’m rocking
Trying to fucking OD, pop another goblin
Hit a bro with sustain living off robbing
Flexing on the block, put him in a fucking coffin
Hurry up and full blow with them fucking pockets
Said he’d buy them by the P
You know how I’m shopping
Got it all on me
Fuck talking about it