CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Stalker
Got that glick at the [?] show, I really think they scared to book me
Sex drive so high, yeah I drove for the pu**y
Yeah I'm so high, yeah I'm smoking on cookie
Boy just give me your tool, boy I shoulda known you was a rookie
Serving the drank, get my shooter, yeah I send him to [?]
f**k rap, man I'm all about money
In the trenches man, kick them in the stomach
f**k school, I had hoes at homecoming
f**k these hoes, man they know how I'm coming
I chase the bag, n***a that's why I'm running
That choppa hit, and then look how its running
Took his car, man he left his car running
I wiped his nose and I left his nose runny
Good green, but its f**kin' up my tummy
Shot at his face, turned him to a mummy
And that foreign go skrrt
Trap sh*t, bring back Hollister
My gun out, I don't got no holster
Southside, I'm a east coast third
f**k that hoe, b*t*h I don't even know her
I'm real high smoking sour kosher
She wanna eat me up, yeah for sure
Smoking dope for covid, n***a I got the cure
Smoking dope and that sh*t be so pure
I got crazy b*t*hes like I'm on jersey sure
I meant to say Jersey Shore
f**k yo b*t*h, yeah I'm f**kin your whore
Goddamn man let me in the door
Got 'bout 5 bricks, man I am the drug lord
Trapping kingdom, we don't got no damn swords
I'm in a truck but I don't drive no damn Ford
Gotta text my b*t*h back with a iPhone cord
Leave me the f**k alone when I wanna record
Bad b*t*h but she could be yours
Man f**k the rulers, I'd rather do chores
Drip sh*t, that's that f**kin' Dior
No dip sh*t, this ain't no Honda Accord
White chalk yo ass, no chalk board
f**k being real, you don't get a reward
Through the dash, look at the dashboard
This real fast, we don't do Honda Accords
Slime green dripping out of my pores
Big mansion with some f**kin' marble floors
They just want that old flow (that old flow)
I see 12 like "oh no" (goddamn)
I don't f**k with po-po
Any real street n***a know
Look like a con, I'm lookin for gold
She said stop and I'm digging in her soul
Pinky ring while I dig in my nose
f**k with me, yeah she digging my clothes
Shooting sh*t n***a like I'm Louieknows
I'm sipping lean, no I don't do the rosé
She a [?] she tryna propose to me
Tripping, man I ain't even smoke today
I'm from the hood son, I ain't come here
Yeah, my n***as eating [?]
I got a bad b*t*h in some lingerie
I told that damn b*t*h "do my laundry"
I think them two cups is a part of me
I think them two hollow tips hit his artery
Put me on when I step in the party
Put me on with your b*t*hes, lil shawty
Geeked up man I'm geeked out my body
Foreign whip and that b*t*h got a body
High as f**k man I'm smoking on [?]
f**k yo gang, f**k yo whole damn posse
Sex drive so high, yeah I drove for the pu**y
Yeah I'm so high, yeah I'm smoking on cookie
Boy just give me your tool, boy I shoulda known you was a rookie
Serving the drank, get my shooter, yeah I send him to [?]
f**k rap, man I'm all about money
In the trenches man, kick them in the stomach
f**k school, I had hoes at homecoming
f**k these hoes, man they know how I'm coming
I chase the bag, n***a that's why I'm running
That choppa hit, and then look how its running
Took his car, man he left his car running
I wiped his nose and I left his nose runny
Good green, but its f**kin' up my tummy
Shot at his face, turned him to a mummy
And that foreign go skrrt
Trap sh*t, bring back Hollister
My gun out, I don't got no holster
Southside, I'm a east coast third
f**k that hoe, b*t*h I don't even know her
I'm real high smoking sour kosher
She wanna eat me up, yeah for sure
Smoking dope for covid, n***a I got the cure
Smoking dope and that sh*t be so pure
I got crazy b*t*hes like I'm on jersey sure
I meant to say Jersey Shore
f**k yo b*t*h, yeah I'm f**kin your whore
Goddamn man let me in the door
Got 'bout 5 bricks, man I am the drug lord
Trapping kingdom, we don't got no damn swords
I'm in a truck but I don't drive no damn Ford
Gotta text my b*t*h back with a iPhone cord
Leave me the f**k alone when I wanna record
Bad b*t*h but she could be yours
Man f**k the rulers, I'd rather do chores
Drip sh*t, that's that f**kin' Dior
No dip sh*t, this ain't no Honda Accord
White chalk yo ass, no chalk board
f**k being real, you don't get a reward
Through the dash, look at the dashboard
This real fast, we don't do Honda Accords
Slime green dripping out of my pores
Big mansion with some f**kin' marble floors
They just want that old flow (that old flow)
I see 12 like "oh no" (goddamn)
I don't f**k with po-po
Any real street n***a know
Look like a con, I'm lookin for gold
She said stop and I'm digging in her soul
Pinky ring while I dig in my nose
f**k with me, yeah she digging my clothes
Shooting sh*t n***a like I'm Louieknows
I'm sipping lean, no I don't do the rosé
She a [?] she tryna propose to me
Tripping, man I ain't even smoke today
I'm from the hood son, I ain't come here
Yeah, my n***as eating [?]
I got a bad b*t*h in some lingerie
I told that damn b*t*h "do my laundry"
I think them two cups is a part of me
I think them two hollow tips hit his artery
Put me on when I step in the party
Put me on with your b*t*hes, lil shawty
Geeked up man I'm geeked out my body
Foreign whip and that b*t*h got a body
High as f**k man I'm smoking on [?]
f**k yo gang, f**k yo whole damn posse
