Stunna
p#ss#
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Yeah
Yeah
Trapping from the start, b#tch I started from the bottom
n#gg#s really testing, on gang we gon’ rock em
Thirty with the glizzy, and the beam with the scope
Pull up drive by, see an opp, then pray for hope
b#tch I’m in a Maybach, foreign In a all black coupe
b#tch I’m out here touring kills these n#gg#s with my troop
And I’m really with the sh#ts, don’t test me on the low
I got murder on my mind, I’m like melly with the dough
I’m a king, the way these n#gg#s really fear me in the streets
I’m out here riding beats, ain’t nobody wants thе f#ckin heat
We running back, hit a lick, b#tch I’m talking bout that smoke
f#ck you talking bout, lеave these n#gg#s hanging out the door
Pistol whipped a f#ck n#gg#, I heard he was dissing
Talking on my name, now I heard that n#gg# missing
Riding with my shooters, that’s on slatt we be ganging
f#ck you, pay me, all these bodies I be banging
Real street n#gg#, running sh#t, who be talking?
Claiming you the king, gun him down, now he walking
Imma be the best, b#tch you really watching greatness
If you gotta problem, with my gang you leave brainless
Forty on my hip, b#tch I’m savage on these n#gg#s
FN with the beam, gun him down like he religious
f#ckin on my main, cause my shortie really a demon
n#gg#s gotta problem caught a body, leave em bleeding
b#tch I’m in a Maybach, foreign In a all black coupe
b#tch I’m out here touring kills these n#gg#s with my troop
And i’m really with the sh#ts, don’t test me on the low
I got murder on my mind, I’m like melly with the dough
I’m a king, the way these n#gg#s really fear me in the streets
I’m out here riding beats, ain’t nobody wants the f#ckin heat
We running back, hit a lick, b#tch I’m talking bout that smoke
f#ck you talking bout, leave these n#gg#s hanging out the door
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