Ohhh
Yea
Stunna
Uh uh uh
These niggas can't survive
Cause they way too brittle
Finesse that boy quick
Give him a wood nickel
We call these niggas shrimp
Because the shrimp is little
My oxy pink and blue
Shit like a bag of skittles
I tried to warn them once
But I could not get through
Once it's on the floor
It's nothing I could do
We a product of these streets
Looked what I turned into
Yea we spending all this money
We a burn it too
For real
Im trying to count up profit
Damn near everyday
We all getting money
I guess it's safe to say
I grab my glock
I leave out early
Then I come in late
These niggas hate
And I can see it
Im like why the face
Maybe cause these bitches
Maybe cause this pape
Oxy with codeine
This shit the twist of fate
I gave her money
Then I got embraced
I know this shit is nothing
But she got a taste
I made her text the valet early
Cause I hate to wait
We swapping out the lv
Moving on to cc
Man that shit you niggas flashing
We done spent on PT's
I been on the same shit
Since braids and DVD's
Stunna
Flaws and all
The ones I love bonded
We in Chicago
In the trenches
Plus we freeband funded
Understand the shit y'all rap about
We really done it
Im Stunna to these streets
My cousins call me Dede
I came from Altima
Then I moved up to rt
Cpd remember me
Cause we went on them high speeds
Detectives at my door
Like who then used them I.D.'s
These niggas gone respect
Because they know my M.O.
Give my heart and soul
Treat this shit
Just like a demo
You with me or against me
Like its yes or n o
Either way it go
Im still gone ride around in benzos
Behind the darkest tint
The shit they do to limos
Mylo call and say he score
And I'm like nigga ten four
You aint tryna get no money
What the fuck you here for
I only hang around niggas
I go and kill for
Stunna
Like fuck this rapping
Then say fuck the billboard
Loyalty and love
Mind body core
For the ones I really care for
Girls that I adore
For the ones who got it coming
Violence blood gore
Chicago state of mind
When I wake and snore
I can do two ounces
But I need four
Controlled medication
Seeping out my pores
We know how it feel
To really go and be at war
White on white new audi
Should of cleaned it more
Totaled
No regrets
That's what I bought it for
I know these niggas broke
Cause they think less is more
He got involved
They picked him off the floor
Stunna
Stunna
Uh uh uh
These niggas can't survive
Cause they way too brittle
Finesse that boy quick
Give him a wood nickel
We call these niggas shrimp
Because the shrimp is little
My oxy pink and blue
Shit like a bag of skittles
I tried to warn them once
But I could not get through
Once it's on the floor
It's nothing I could do
We a product of these streets
Looked what I turned into
Yea we spending all this money
We a burn it too
For real
Im trying to count up profit
Damn near everyday
We all getting money
I guess it's safe to say
I grab my glock
I leave out early
Then I come in late
These niggas hate
And I can see it
Im like why the face
Maybe cause these bitches
Maybe cause this pape
Oxy with codeine
This shit the twist of fate
I gave her money
Then I got embraced
I know this shit is nothing
But she got a taste
I made her text the valet early
Cause I hate to wait
We swapping out the lv
Moving on to cc
Man that shit you niggas flashing
We done spent on PT's
I been on the same shit
Since braids and DVD's
Stunna
Flaws and all
The ones I love bonded
We in Chicago
In the trenches
Plus we freeband funded
Understand the shit y'all rap about
We really done it
Im Stunna to these streets
My cousins call me Dede
I came from Altima
Then I moved up to rt
Cpd remember me
Cause we went on them high speeds
Detectives at my door
Like who then used them I.D.'s
These niggas gone respect
Because they know my M.O.
Give my heart and soul
Treat this shit
Just like a demo
You with me or against me
Like its yes or n o
Either way it go
Im still gone ride around in benzos
Behind the darkest tint
The shit they do to limos
Mylo call and say he score
And I'm like nigga ten four
You aint tryna get no money
What the fuck you here for
I only hang around niggas
I go and kill for
Stunna
Like fuck this rapping
Then say fuck the billboard
Loyalty and love
Mind body core
For the ones I really care for
Girls that I adore
For the ones who got it coming
Violence blood gore
Chicago state of mind
When I wake and snore
I can do two ounces
But I need four
Controlled medication
Seeping out my pores
We know how it feel
To really go and be at war
White on white new audi
Should of cleaned it more
Totaled
No regrets
That's what I bought it for
I know these niggas broke
Cause they think less is more
He got involved
They picked him off the floor
Stunna
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Writer(s): Deonte Craig
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