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vonoff1700 - stain lyrics

[intro]
(double0)
alright, n+gga be, okay
the f+ck? where the f+ck is y’all lil’ n+ggas at?
where the f+ck is the opps at? (this gon’ be crazy, jacc)
alright, uh (okay, sh+t, f+ck)

[verse]
let’s go body for body (let’s do it), dollar for dollar (your broke ass)
when we bounced out on him, the n+gga was hollerin’ (he was screamin’, “sh+t, ah”)
i was just down on my d+ck tryna catch me a l!ck, 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’ n+gga to stop it (b+tch ass)
n+ggas 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, n+gga, stop watchin’ my pocket (n+gga, i’m turnt)
n+gga, i’m turnt, not burnt, you n+ggas washed up, wherever i go, i’m the topic (you know that)
you ain’t never did sh+t for mе, but want somethin’ for me? n+gga, what the f+ck is your logic?
that n+gga did not wanna diе, when we bounced out on him, that n+gga was faster than sonic (his b+tch ass)
just got a brand new ten with a b+tton, a vec’, and the top of this b+tch got an optic
one of the opps tryna rap, he don’t get no views, all of his sh+t be floppin’ (that sh+t so weak)
dissed on the gang, he was found with a shot to the head on the ground, layin’ next to the garbage
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout they some goons, shout out lil wayne, n+gga, i run with some goblins
i’m finna go out robbin’ (come here), at 4 a.m., i done caught me a white n+gga joggin’ (i need it)
wanna laugh ’bout the opps on a post, i don’t give a f+ck, you’ll die just over a comment (you know that)
he don’t wanna come outside, if i catch his b+tch, i’m f+ck around, shoot off her bonnet (her b+tch ass)
you n+ggas can’t do what i do, if you seen what i seen, half you n+ggas’ll vomit (your b+tch ass, n+gga)
bounced out on him, the n+gga ain’t even try to run, so shot his his all in his stomach (his dumb ass)
hit they block in a straight, this b+tch so loud, i know the n+ggas heard us comin’ (a straight)
just got booked for a pipe and you right back out, n+gga, you told them somethin’ (f+ckin’ rat)
i been in that room plenty of times, you can check my name, i ain’t never told them nothin’ (n+gga, i’m really d+mn rich, you know that, come on, come on, you know that)
boy, i do this sh+t for the gang, your ass gon’ die try to touch my chain (dumbass, the f+ck?)
that n+gga wanna play with my name, find out where he hang and pull up, and stop his rain (his b+tch 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 n+gga 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 b+tch ain’t die, but i bet you the n+gga in pain
stop sayin’ i k!lled 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)
[outro]
the f+ck?
turnt up, not burnt up
diss on the gang, gon’ get your dumb ass sent up, n+gga

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