stab Letra - Nettspend

Slut

It's-it's-it's a— more pain

Shit

I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you

I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you

I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh

The way I been in the kitchen, uh

​ce whippin', whippin'

Tryna find my mistress mission, uh

Thank God I'm dippin', sippin'

Rewired my whole brain

Xanax and politickin'

Don't think I'm into fashion

My mom don't like these fast whips

Fuck dope boys tryna tax it

Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in

Duwap Kaine, pack hit

Do you see my lavish? (Yeah)

Hate our music, make you mad

She think I'ma make you mad

Back off 'fore I take a stab (Huh)

Back off, back off, finna stab

Back off, stab, take a stab

Stab, stab, stab (Yeah)

I signed a lizard, throw it back, huh, yeah

She suck my dick, you know the rest

Whole time they was fuckin' plottin' like a fed (Fed)

And I'm on a jet, I get to put up my legs (Slatt)

I'm listenin' to Dean Blunt, she a fuckin' diva (Yeah, bae, yeah, huh, slatt)

Za, yeah, the reefer, I keep her in a Bimmer (Yeah)

Look for me, I'll eat ya, where the fuck my nina? (Slatt)

I beat up my teacher (Yeah)

She said, "It's hot when you mean," yeah (Hot, hot)

She said, "It's hot when you mean," yeah (Hot)

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Baby)

Yeah (We in Beverly)

Yeah (We in Beverly)

Yeah (We at Beverly, it's heavenly)

Yeah (I'm in Beverly)

We in Beverly, don't talk to me

Stand up on your two feet, stop doin' 2C

I got so much blue cheese

She got booty, she my pookie

One day, I'll tell you, "Lose me"

Girl, I ain't tell you, "Choose me"

Do you miss the view at the beach?

I'll beat you once, just callin' me

Unknown numbers ain't my thing

I just want a fan, I just want a fan

Close your eyes and look at me

Pass the fuckin' blunt to me

You know that's one thing that I need

One thing that I need is for you to be next to me

Hold up, I'm just jokin'

Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion

One thing that I need is for you to be next to me

Hold up, I'm just jokin' (Huh)

Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion (Huh)

I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you

I don't got friends in this shit, but neither do you

I'm tryna go fishin' for a new you, uh

The way I been in the kitchen, uh

​ce whippin', whippin'

Tryna find my mistress mission, uh

Thank God I'm dippin', sippin'

Rewired my whole brain

Xanax and politickin'

Don't think I'm into fashion

My mom don't like these fast whips

Fuck dope boys tryna tax it

(Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in)