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letra de stain - vonoff1700

[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

- vonoff1700

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