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lil murdah jett - stains on the seat lyrics

[intro]
turn the f+ckin’ beat up, slime
jett world sh+t, b+tch
free my shooter tay+tay, he only ten but he bodied two (haha)
yeah, long live slumpz, he died laughin’ at a dead opp

[verse]
stains on the seat, blood on my fit, i ain’t cleanin’ nothin’ (nope)
caught that goofy drivin’ lyft, shot through the glass, he ain’t see it comin’ (boom boom)
i don’t do attempts, b+tch, i finish what i start (all bodies)
lil’ bro caught his first one with a dart, straight to the heart (crazy)
we don’t do no back and forth, we pull up, then chalk the board (brrrah)
i was skippin’ tests to go and test my glock on local wh0res (facts)
if he dissed on jett world, he a tee or some decor (hang it up)
b+tch, i aired out the mall ‘cause a opp was buyin’ dior (get clappеd)
ridin’ with a .50 in a booster seat, b+tch, i’m lethal (haha)
i bе sendin’ threats through ipads, then pop out like a sequel (brrrah)
ain’t no peace talks, i shoot first, ain’t sh+t equal (never)
we put lasers on kids’ heads like they playin’ with the beatles (dot ‘em)
i turned halloween into a manhunt, trick or treat with a drum (boom)
they tried to run but they slipped in blood, now they both done (slumped)
caught him walkin’ out the dentist, turned his golds to crumbs (clack)
heard his grandma prayin’ for him, but god ain’t send no one (too late)
i’m a dirty+ass kid with clean shots, don’t play (facts)
left his stomach out like it was hot outside that day (nasty)
lil’ dreep shot his teacher, now we up one on the state (bang)
if you ever flinch at jett, better hope that heaven wait (float)
we pop pills and pop heads, ain’t no difference in the count (same thing)
he got hit tryna rob me, now they mournin’ with a discount (cheap coffin)
yeah, i shoot like dame, b+tch, i score from any route (swish)
had to cut off my old plug, he was movin’ with too much doubt (get gone)
now my clip longer than his hope, and i let that b+tch shout (blatt)
ain’t no drive+by, i walk in like i live there, clear it out (yup)
i just robbed a pastor’s son, got communion in my pouch (give me that)
they say, “jett, you evil,” i say, “shut up and watch your mouth” (or what?)
i’ll k!ll your dog and mail his collar to your f+ckin’ spouse (boom)
i be dreamin’ ‘bout shootouts, woke up dumpin’ at the couch (paranoid)
they keep sayin’ i’m possessed, but this glock love me loud (brrrah)
left his whip like a laundromat, blood drippin’ off the towel (clean that)
if you ever wore fake ice, we pop out and do you foul (b+tch)
we got more sticks than hockey, slide like avalanche (woooo)
i’ll shoot your sister just to see your ass in that ambulance (evil)
i spit facts, no riddles—when i said i’d k!ll your pops (i meant that)
i did it same day, then went and spun around the block (again)
they don’t want no problems, we make funerals a trend (fashion)
caught his crew at brunch, now they brunchin’ in the wind (float)
i let this k stutter like it’s nervous, then i grin (hahaha)
lil murdah jett, still banned from daycare, i’m locked in (facts)
heard he threw a punch, so i threw bullets through his chin (dumb f+ck)
now he on a shirt, and his cousin want revenge (try me)
better bring a army, better pray you got a twin (double that)
’cause this ar shoot like arguments, it don’t know when to end (rat+tat)
[outro]
yeah, stains on the seat, stains on his t++th
stains on his chain, now that sh+t mine, brrrah
lil murdah jett, third single, i’m on a k!ll streak, b+tch
long live slumpz, free tay+tay, jett world until the dirt
boom boom—you know what it is

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