STAIN - 83HADES

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