Stab Out Lyrics
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I wear the sombrero to see the plug on that ocho shit
Pollo .. sippin’ a … he throw more bricks
Yo oh shit, make a toast we ’bout to go home rich
One more flip we ain’t gon’ have to sell no more bricks
I be havin’ them n***** … as soon as I throw on drip
That 30k you tryna save I’m about to blow on kicks
Poke out your chest all you want, but don’t you throw no fits
That’ll only get you some broke bones quick.
I’m … jones and bro gon’ flip, get on your ass and bro don’t quit
I drop some shit and n***** be like bro don’t miss
I’m as consistent as the coke nose drip
I send my young hoe on nose road trips
That’s why I got her the rosegold kicks and those stones hit
I bet she a had a broke hoe sick
I tell her be still that hoe gon’ sit
Ayo rapasado with lime playing bacardi in the talent club
I took 1.5 to the cashier to tally up
I don’t know why these n***** mad at us
I guess they didn’t want this shit bad enough
Y’all get in your bag enough
We stand on business any issue n***** had with us
We score until they wave the white flag and sayin’ that’s enough
We gon’ smoke them n***** and stab out
We gon’ smoke them n***** and stab out
We gon’ smoke them n***** and stab out
We gon’ smoke them n***** and stab out
We swingin’ hammers as hard as Thor
My shooters will spin ya block like revolving doors and above the law
I sense some carnivores from out of Baltimore
Farther more I see that it’s …that your heart adores
But we ain’t into arts and crafts we trapped in the art of war
Keep askin’ to call ’em off, extended his hand and I almost tore it off
Expense for the grams we got to explore the course
You in decent hands like a Hail Mary that’s tossed …
Trust the boss when pigs don’t fly straight they get often lost
You n***** talk the talk, we bat up your legs so you can’t walk the walk
And splattered your head so you can’t chalk the corpse
Condor destroy the East, I’m gonna extort the North
Of course your soft, never got off the porch and I’ma toss the torch (Nah)
Nah I think I found something (Where?) Out of town huntin’
On this corner n***** call zion, ’cause three hundred pounds jumpin’
N***** always claimin’ king until they get their crown sunken
Rounds dumpin, how you gon’ score when you third down puntin’
Yeah now n***** know the repertoire , cookin’ and chefin’ raw
Now I’m flyin’ my chef abroad, Teneca village chillin’ a extra spot
Came a long way from them weapons drawn
But still I put your six feet in dirt n***** best be warned