Stab Lyrics – Nettspend

Read the full Stab lyrics by Nettspend from the album early life crisis along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Nettspend's music, you can also explore Halftime and Meet me in richmond, two other songs by Nettspend.

[Intro]

It's-it's-it's a— more pain
S*it

[Chorus]
I don't got friends in this s*it, but neither do you
I don't got friends in this s*it, but neither do you
I'm tryna go fishing for a new you, uh
The way I been in the kitchen, uh
See you whipping, whipping
Tryna find my mistress, mistress, uh
Thank God I'm dipping, sipping
Rewired my whole brain, Xanax and politicing
Don't think I'm into fashion, my mom don't like these fast whips
Fu*k dope boys tryna tax it, uh, 'cause I just got my chop in

[Post-Chorus]
Duwap Kaine pocket, do you see my lavish?, yeah
Hitter music, make you mad?
She think I'ma make you mad
Back off 'fore I take a stab (Huh)
Back off, back off, then it's time
Back off, stab, take a stab
Stab, s-stab, stab, yeah

[Verse 1]
I signed a lizard, throw it back, huh, yeah
She suck my d!ck, you know the rest
Whole time they was fu*king plotting likе a fed (Fed)
And I'm on a jet, I gеt to put up my legs (Slatt)
I'm listening to Dean Blunt, she a fu*king diva
'Za, yeah, the reefer, I keep her in a Bimmer
Look for me, I'll eat ya, where the fu*k my Nina?
I beat up my teacher, she said, "It's hot what you mean?" Yeah

[Interlude]
She said, "It's hot when you mean?"
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Baby)
Yeah (We in Beverly)
Yeah (We in Beverly)
Yeah (We at Beverly, it's heavenly)
Yeah (I'm in Beverly)

[Verse 2]
We in Beverly, don't talk to me (Stand up)
On your two feet, stop doing 2C
I got so much blue cheese, she got booty, she my pookie
One day, I'll tell you, "Lose me", girl, I ain't tell you, "Choose me"
Do you miss the view at the beach?
I'll beat you once, just call on me
Unknown numbers ain't my thing
I just wanna fan, I just wanna fan
Close your eyes and look at me
Pass the fu*king blunt to me
You know that's one thing that I need
One thing that I need is for you to be next to me, hold up, I'm just joking
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion
One thing that I need is for you to be next to me, hold up, I'm just joking
Pour it, pour it, potion, potion, potion, potion

[Chorus]
I don't got friends in this s*it, but neither do you
I don't got friends in this s*it, but neither do you
I'm tryna go fishing for a new you, uh
The way I been in the kitchen, uh
See you whipping, whipping
Tryna find my mistress, mistress, uh
Thank God I'm dipping, sipping
Rewired my whole brain, Xanax and politicing
Don't think I'm into fashion
My mom don't like these fast whips
Fu*k dope boys tryna tax it (Uh, 'cause I just got my chop in)