OFFICIAL
Stunna, Stunna, Stunna just be stunning
Stunna too cold he got ice igloo, runny nose he got drip need a tissue
Red bitch tryna blow like a whistle, lil stunna got stripes all around he official
You can't fuck wit a nigga like me, 2 cups ima pour up I'm sipping on lean
Got his bitch dripping wet Eliantte VVs, she want fuck wit a boss Colin cap take a knee
VVs Diamonds they freeze like police say, fucking wit 12 when I see you its D day
I push the whip inna foreign I speed race, I love the dough I chase after that cheesecake
I get the bag it's by any means, gotta stack it and flip it no in between
40 cal it's gon knock you and spill yo beans, tryna take then I'm Freddy Friday 13th
Niggas be scary like scarecrows, I gotta keep a stick wit me like go pro
That bitch she bounce on my dick like a pogo, she getting lit off the uh coco
That lil bitch act like a gnat she a dodo, ima just pass ima star Tony Romo
Stay wit the gang but fight you on my dolo, Belenci stepping wit big stones in my ear lobe
Lil Stunna official just like a ref, got 2 bad broads wit me triple threat
Ima flex wit Givenchy no bench press, bitches want me they know I'm up next next
Switching lanes I might skrt in a 'Vette next, flipping cake like that shit was a tech deck
If a nigga want static it's up, like a fish over water I leave that boy breathless
Red dot to his temple I say fuck a leg shot, hot tamales bitch I'm flaming red hot
Sniper shooting wit some range dead shot, full Nelson caught him up in a headlock
Money stay longer than Uzi wit dreadlocks, taking from stunna (POW) headshot
Don't burn a bridge you gon need red rock, foreign lil vibe I'm making her bed rock
She want a star she can get wit me, I'm shining bright like my ice Patek Philippe
I'm riding round inna drop John F Kennedy, I'm too official they mad they ain't next to me
Lil stunna official just like a ref, got 2 bad broads wit me triple threat
Ima flex wit Givenchy no bench press, bitches want me they know I'm up next next
Switching lanes I might skrt in a 'Vette next, flipping cake like that shit was a tech deck
If a nigga want static it's up, like a fish over water I leave that boy breathless
Lil Stunna official check the status, Iverson ima ball I don't need to practice
I was stacking some hundres up in the mattress, I had Fs all in school now I'm living fabulous
Stunna too cold he got ice igloo, runny nose he got drip need a tissue
Red bitch tryna blow like a whistle, lil stunna got stripes all around he official
You can't fuck wit a nigga like me, 2 cups ima pour up I'm sipping on lean
Got his bitch dripping wet Eliantte VVs, she want fuck wit a boss Colin cap take a knee
VVs Diamonds they freeze like police say, fucking wit 12 when I see you its D day
I push the whip inna foreign I speed race, I love the dough I chase after that cheesecake
I get the bag it's by any means, gotta stack it and flip it no in between
40 cal it's gon knock you and spill yo beans, tryna take then I'm Freddy Friday 13th
Niggas be scary like scarecrows, I gotta keep a stick wit me like go pro
That bitch she bounce on my dick like a pogo, she getting lit off the uh coco
That lil bitch act like a gnat she a dodo, ima just pass ima star Tony Romo
Stay wit the gang but fight you on my dolo, Belenci stepping wit big stones in my ear lobe
Lil Stunna official just like a ref, got 2 bad broads wit me triple threat
Ima flex wit Givenchy no bench press, bitches want me they know I'm up next next
Switching lanes I might skrt in a 'Vette next, flipping cake like that shit was a tech deck
If a nigga want static it's up, like a fish over water I leave that boy breathless
Red dot to his temple I say fuck a leg shot, hot tamales bitch I'm flaming red hot
Sniper shooting wit some range dead shot, full Nelson caught him up in a headlock
Money stay longer than Uzi wit dreadlocks, taking from stunna (POW) headshot
Don't burn a bridge you gon need red rock, foreign lil vibe I'm making her bed rock
She want a star she can get wit me, I'm shining bright like my ice Patek Philippe
I'm riding round inna drop John F Kennedy, I'm too official they mad they ain't next to me
Lil stunna official just like a ref, got 2 bad broads wit me triple threat
Ima flex wit Givenchy no bench press, bitches want me they know I'm up next next
Switching lanes I might skrt in a 'Vette next, flipping cake like that shit was a tech deck
If a nigga want static it's up, like a fish over water I leave that boy breathless
Lil Stunna official check the status, Iverson ima ball I don't need to practice
I was stacking some hundres up in the mattress, I had Fs all in school now I'm living fabulous
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Amenyah
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