EDDISON - Stain lyrics

[Chorus: Eddison] I woke up, hit him with the pain, he a stain I might stock up, I got all these guns in my name I might step up on a b*tch, I might step them on their face b*tch, I got all these guns, they call me Eddie-Go-Range Trap-A-Holics, real trap sh*t, damn son, where did you find this? This a certified hood classic I woke up, hit him with the pain, he a stain I might stock up, I got all these guns in my name I might step up on a b*tch, I might step them on their face b*tch, I got all these guns, they call me Eddie-Go-Range [Verse 1: Eddison] That's a bet on, yea, that's a bet on, yеa, that's a bet on, yea Off the two out thе race I might step on, yea Put on my step on, yea b*tch, I'll spit on repeat b*tch, I hop out with that K On that two plus and a eight Put my Stuffel, put a lane b*tch on 4K, told that b*tch get out my face B-double B, I know I ain't fashionably late I need a blessing at my presence, came to press you in your game Dust, dust, dust, dust Dust, dust, dust, yeah Dust, dust, dust, dust Dust, dust, dust, dust, yeah [Verse 2: Afourteen] Okay walker, come in different type of jeans, got my guns And decided to run from the clit, with your trash-ass is making me sick Come inside, it's definitely be like that's some sh*t, say your prayers Man, how did you pass through all this? Size like this, I'll pass you [?] Fourty-rounds without blue, eight fingers on the blue You ain't know it was us Middle fingers on the U, sending shots after you died, woa' Trap another' dummy liners, torture His name is [?], throw up' Yeah, his name is [?], throw up'