Nettspend Stab Lyrics

[Intro]
Slut
It's-it's-it's a— more pain
Shit

[Chorus]
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 politicin'
Don't think I'm into fashion, my mom don't like these fast whips
f*ck dope boys tryna tax it, uh, 'cause I just got my chop in

[Post-Chorus]
Duwap Kaine, pack hit, do you see my lavish? (Yeah)
Hitter music, make you mad?
She think I'ma make you mad
Back off 'fore I take a stab (Huh)
Back off, back off, then it's time
Back off, stab, take a stab
Stab, s-stab, stab (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I signed a lizard, throw it back, huh, yeah
She suck my dick, you know the rest
Whole time they was f*ckin' plottin' like a fеd (Fed)
And I'm on a jet, I get to put up my lеgs (Slatt)
I'm listenin' to Dean Blunt, she a f*ckin' diva
'Za, yeah, the reefer, I keep her in a Bimmer
Look for me, I'll eat ya, where the f*ck my Nina?
I beat up my teacher, she said, "It's hot when you mean" (Yeah)

[Interlude]
She said, "It's hot when you mean"
Yeah-yeah-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)

[Verse 2]
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 call on me
I know numbers ain't my thing
I just wanna fan, I just wanna fan
Close your eyes and look at me
Pass the f*ckin' 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'
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion

[Chorus]
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 politicin'
Don't think I'm into fashion
My mom don't like these fast whips
f*ck dope boys tryna tax it (Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in)