Mehki Raine - STAMINA Lyrics

B-B-Baby I'm the hood Steph
Baby I'm the hood chef
Niggas actin' foul imma have to call up the ref
Baby "Say "Hello" to my friends"
Call 'em Smith and Wes
You can see the shells, feel the shit heating up your chest
Stupid lil boy walk around
You ain't got a vest?
I hear you're on that basic shit?
Now you really got me pressed!
How you really call it drip?
You dressed in Fashion Nova?
Drown that boy quick now his game is over
Word to Chief Keef man I hate being sober
I'm f*ckin' on your bitch and I did it on your sofa
Now you're a disrespectful motherf*cker, ain't they teach you manners?
Man, I'm feeling like Ye, boy you ain't got the answers!
You ain't got the answers man! You ain't got the answers!
You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway!
I been doing this more than you! (Doing what more than me?)
You ain't got (C'mon, chill out, bro!) You ain't got the answers!
Ah!
Got me in this shit (Ah!)
I ain't innocent (Ah!)
Look what you done started, now I came to finish it! (Ah!)
One big "F*ck you!" to the world
Might have to piss on it (F*ck y'all!)
Niggas f*cked up when they let me in this shit
Murder on the scene boy you witnessing me killing shit
Someone come arrest this boy he's clearly on his villain shit
I don't give a f*ck!
Niggas suck!
Boy you push your luck!
You gon' need a crutch!
Cause you out here talking tough!
Bitch just fell in love?
That is lust!
Man I had enough!
You must've lost your mind?!
Bitch you must be off the monkey nuts?!