[Intro: SosMula]
Ooh, beep, beep
Hrr, beep, hrr, beep
Hrr, hrr (Yung Germ), hrr

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Ah, we don't bitch-talk, n***a (No, no), we don't snitch-talk, n***a (No, no)
We don't switch-walk, n***a (Fuck outta here), got my SIG-Sauer, n***a (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm a jigsaw, n***a (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Want your AP watch, n***a, take your wrist off, n***a (Gimme that, gimme that)
Who the fuck you n***as barkin' at? A big dog, n***a (Fuck outta here)
Got my forty on me, I don't need a bodyguard, n***a (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
You gon' need a bodyguard for your bodyguard, n***a (Boom, boom, boom, boom, damn, son, where'd you find this?)
I'ma body y'all, send your body to the graveyard, n***a (Fuck outta here)
Family cryin' out, they gon' pour liquor, uh (Pour liquor, pour liq')
Get her ready for the mortician, uh (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
Shoot your block up n***a, on a four-wheeler, uh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, Trap-A-Holics, bitch)
Since a youngin, been a fucking door kicker, uh (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
They gon' throw the towel, put a fork in it, uh (Fuck outta here)
Got my forty-cal in my Porsche drifter, uh, uh (Boom boom)
Shorty wild, put it all in her, uh (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' like a sports center, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: SosMula]
New chain, wе gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimmе that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, real trap shit)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
[Verse 2: nascar aloe & SosMula]
Helicopters, I hear the coppers (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sittin' there and just debatin' 'bout who'll get shot first (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This probably gonna get you shot first, yo, call the doctors (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
7.62's, it turns ya ass to fuckin' mincemeat (Grrah, grrah)
The last gore move was this entire magazine clip (Get done)
Did what I had to do, he said, "My family gonna miss me" (Ah-hah)
Boy, you can't rap in loop because my finger's getting itchy (Ah-ooh)
Watch how you talk, give a fuck how you feel, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might have to kill man, act like a opp
We put it on a milk can (Shh), drop with the Glock
Ain't no way you could still stand (Agh), thought you was a real fan
Ugh, ain't the same, bitch, I ain't all nice
Canine in the pound, watch out, the dog bites
Keep me out your fuckin' mouth, on all your blog sites
When you walk in, I'm confiscatin' all ice (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: SosMula]
New chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Gimme that, gimme that)
Hah, new chain, we gon' stain that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)