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"stain season" - lil ruin lyrics

[intro]
(yo, amp can’t be touched, b*tch!)
(lollypop in this ho)
yeah, yeah—go! (grrah, grrah!)

[chorus: lil ruin]
smack his dumbass with the steel, b*tch, i’m like john wick with this tool (boom!)
let the drac’ and the switch talk together—d*mn, that boy got schooled (brrrt!)
caught his ass laggin’, he got pressed just like some fake*ass jewels (p*ssy!)
sent my shorty out, he doubled back—confirmed that k!ll, no rules (go get that)
hit his whip, that switch turned that b*tch into a crash dummy (skrrt!)
i flunked outta camp, but now my pockets look like crash money (big bands!)
diamonds on my wrist so cold, they givin’ me a head concussion (icy!)
you flex that baby ap, lil’ bro, that sh*t don’t cost nothin’ (weak ass watch!)

[verse: lil ruin]
yeah, i rock palm angels, balenci drip when i’m in the zone (drip check!)
since a jit, i was tryna flip that pack, wasn’t playin’ with no phones (nah)
now i’m lit, b*tches beg for d*ck, won’t leave me the f*ck alone (back up!)
we don’t do no drive*bys, b*tch, we pop out and walk home (on feet!)
yeah, what size you wear? these boots’ll knock a opp out his socks (boom!)
if i see that goofy postin’ live, we spinnin’ through that block (right now!)
i told shorty “eat the d*ck or dip”—i ain’t with the tiktok talk (b*tch!)
he tried to act bold, now his whole face on a prayer walk (stupid ass!)
ayy, my glock got adhd, it don’t know how to chill (nope!)
on three, we swingin’, get him jumped like he just signed a deal (grrah!)
white tee turned cherry red—told his mans this sh*t get real (blood bath!)
you can’t stand near me, boy, your pockets anorexic still (flat broke!)
[chorus: lil ruin]
smack his dumbass with the steel, b*tch, i’m like john wick with this tool
let the drac’ and the switch talk together—d*mn, that boy got schooled
caught his ass laggin’, he got pressed just like some fake*ass jewels
sent my shorty out, he doubled back—confirmed that k!ll, no rules
hit his whip, that switch turned that b*tch into a crash dummy
i flunked outta camp, but now my pockets look like crash money
diamonds on my wrist so cold, they givin’ me a head concussion
you flex that baby ap, lil’ bro, that sh*t don’t cost nothin’

- lil ruin lyrics

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