Telee - No Stains

Dripping ain’t leaving no stains got on tight white and clean as coacaine
Chasing them bags all the way to the bank ride on my wave or just hop my train
Can’t slow me down in my own lane can’t turn around I’m on a one way
Ten toes down that’s how I’m gone stay just like a head coach Im gone call out a play
Chasing dat sack I might blitz the whole game full court press on these niggas that’s lame
Never gone stress bout a bitch dat complain never go broke I got many too chains
Can’t stop me now I moved too many packs been trapping a while I made too many racks
Take me to war and I never cut slack I done made it this far I could never look back

I be dripping but I don’t leave stains,scoop up a chicken and get me some brain
We cool den a bitch so she never complain don’t give her money just let her peep game
Me and yo play ain’t the same.., lil nigga stay in lane I went got paid off my name
You niggas be paying for fame and ain’t did a thang you niggas is lame
You can’t copy my style, born with this drip it’s gone take you while
Kicking hoes out like two technical fouls married to da streets I’m respecting my vowels
Hating on me please throw in the towel been doing this shit since I was a child
Can’t stop me now I moved too many pounds 10 magazines shoot too many rounds
Don’t beef in these streets that ain’t how I get down hear money machines I cant drown sound
Came up with a scheme to make smiles outta frowns that money look better when it’s from outta town
That pussy get wetter when tha real come around they was feeling me then and still feeling now
Same ole lil nigga with a bigger account still getting dem figures in a bigger amount
I’m a trapping magician can’t figure me out

Dripping ain’t leaving no stains got on tight white and clean as coacaine
Chasing them bags all the way to the bank ride on my wave or just hop my train
Can’t slow me down in my own lane can’t turn around I’m on a one way
Ten toes down that’s how I’m gone stay just like a head coach Im gone call out a play
Chasing dat sack I might blitz the whole game full court press on these niggas that’s lame
Never gone stress bout a bitch dat complain never go broke I got many too chains
Can’t stop me now I moved too many packs been trapping a while I made too many racks
Take me to war and I never cut slack I done made it this far I could never look back

I got too much drip to quit my story check out my this shit is legit
You niggas just suck y’all boring as shit sitting ass ducks y’all might get hit
Bout to reel in me be bitch like fish almighty wrist why this bitch might gliss
Hope my old bitch and my new bitch click this some new school shit this is too too lit
Hop in the coupe and might I do tricks burn off on a bitch with them ice blue tints
A few chose me so I might choose them sitting nice and thick but I really like em slim
Stop and take a pic strike a pose like a pimp ain’t gotta second guess hoes know that I’m him
Fresh to death in the flesh so cold get a glimpse stay blessed manifest I’m what the rest posed to been
Classics only I don’t do trends, plane Jane Roley and Benz
Never fold homie never bend, no choke chain or tight jeans on my skin
Me and fuck niggas don’t blend if they bad I might fuck yo friends
Keep a XDM tucked in I’m so glad dripping swag ain’t a sin...let’s cleanse

Dripping ain’t leaving no stains got on tight white and clean as coacaine
Chasing them bags all the way to the bank ride on my wave or just hop my train
Can’t slow me down in my own lane can’t turn around I’m on a one way
Ten toes down that’s how I’m gone stay just like a head coach Im gone call out a play
Chasing dat sack I might blitz the whole game full court press on these niggas that’s lame
Never gone stress bout a bitch dat complain never go broke I got many too chains
Can’t stop me now I moved too many packs been trapping a while I made too many racks
Take me to war and I never cut slack I done made it this far I could never look back

A-A-AFE Baby
Dripping but I ain’t got a stain on me
Straight dripping but I don’t see a stain on me
I don’t even see no stains naw

Hating on me please throw in the towel been doing this shit since I was a child
Can’t stop me now I moved too many pounds 10 magazines shoot too many rounds
Don’t beef in these streets that ain’t how I get down hear money machines I cant drown sound
Came up with a scheme to make smiles outta frowns that money look better when it’s from outta town
That pussy get wetter when tha real come around

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