Stash Pot lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Intro x2: Gangsta Blac]
Lock you in the f*cking trunk
While I hit the f*cking bong
Now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood

[Hook x4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f*ck 'em
I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash pot

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Well I'm fresh up outta jail with no job, so I steal and rob
Creeping through them parks
And running them b*tches up out them boulevards
This that type of sh*t that'll make you click to get your ass in
(Well, what you want, playa?)
b*tch them mothaf*ckin' dividends
I'm that n*gga to envy with, that damn devil in me
Koopsta's bucking these b*tches down
Leaving they mothaf*ckin' pockets empty
That's what I did and now I got a f*cking bloody Glock
From making these n*ggas lay drop yourself
I'm taking these b*tches off to my stash pot
And when I step, damn fool, it's best to watch yourself
Cause walking with that Koopsta Knicca's bad
For your f*cking health
Hoe I would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar
And if I do ya, it's a murder, murder, murder, murders
Inside the mind of a mothaf*ckin' lunatic
Leaving b*tches headless it's pathetic to try to f*ck with this
That's why I make these hits and call this sh*t a n*gga knock
*Bang, bang, bang* b*tch don't let this be a stash pot
[Hook x4]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f*ck 'em
I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash pot

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
5-O's on my di*k now tell me b*tch what am I supposed to do
Some trick must have snitched
About that Koopsta Knicca robbing fools
I never break a sweat
In the presence of a mothaf*ckin' redneck
A high speed chase is in effect
Wrap a scarf around my dead dress
Stolen Chevy balling in with the 450 in this mothaf*ckin' b*tch
Plus I'm laying down n*ggas
5-O b*tches they can't f*ck with this
Turned the corner
Thinking I'm gonna lay these tricks in a body bag
And could this be the end of the Koopsta Knicca in a ski mask
Ask me if I'm Dracula, I'll tell ya time I'm f*cked up
Victims of my f*cking stang
Got a trunk filled with the mega buck
Fila's on my f*cking side shaking paranoid and sh*t
So I just put an end to that *pop* scary b*tch
c*ckpiles at his side plus I'm ruthless by my damn self
Plus hanging with the Koopsta Knicca's bad
For your f*cking health
Getting up outta my haul killa stealing, this is pimp sh*t
Really 'bout my business, trick, dropping n*ggas off in my stash pot
[Hook x8]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f*ck 'em
I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash pot

[Outro x4]
Though I'm not like Dracula
The Koopsta Knicca's a cap peeler
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