[Stunna Girl] I 'on't know what bitches talking (Fuck what these bitches talking 'bout) Fuck what bitches talking
[Stunna Girl] Bitch I'm the real sack chaser I'm the mob wife turned to a gangster bitch Fuck what bitches talking 'bout Bitch you see who run this shit I got the clout Bitch you see who run this shit Bitch you see who run this shit Bitch, fuck what bitches talking 'bout Bitch, you see who running, shit, I got the clout
[Stunna Girl] New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you Ain't no comin' back nigga once I am off you Pretty girl but I'm as gutter as it gets It's the famous thousands of likes on my pics Hot bitch straight up out of Mactown Super flexer better check my background bitch I'm the showstopper of the party Real ass, real hair, real life Barbie bitch I'm the showstopper of the party Fuck him then I get some money like Cardi You niggas got the nerve, ooh, wee I got that high class coochie, call it Gucci
[Stunna Girl] I 'on't know what bitches talking 'bout Fuck what bitches talking Bitch I'm the real sack chaser I'm the mob wife turned to a gangster bitch Fuck what bitches talking 'bout Bitch you see who run this shit I got the clout Bitch you see who run this shit Bitch you see who run this shit Bitch, fuck what bitches talking 'bout Bitch, you see who running, shit, I got the clout
[Blaatina] Show them bitches, me and Stunna do 'em dirty Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain't no curry Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain't worries Fuck these hoes, bitch I do not want your nigga Intimidate me bitch, you funny, know my pockets bigger I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers Bitches, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk What's bracking, lil' bitch, we will slide right on yo block This shit for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock I just copped a Rollie and I can't even read the clock
[Stunna Girl & Blaatina] Nigga, all you do is eat my pussy and get on my nerves You bitches is weirdos, I'm convinced y'all some nerds You bitches is hoes, I'm convinced y'all sucking dick I been stacking money, chasing paper, I'm tryna get rich Bitch, my designer sewed me up a two piece Just did the two piece on Uber Eats And I ain't getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat These bitches capping, they ain't even from no fucking streets I'm a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street bitch I passed everybody that said I wouldn't be shit Been pushing that weight and I ain't talking 'bout no fitness Shooters at yo door, and bitch, it ain't Jehovah's witnesses Fucking followers you got, bitch, can you ride a dick? Bring that bitch around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his dick Talking on the internet, bitch that shit will get you shot My killers don't have IG's bitch, they posted on the block Bitch, I'm still up in the streets, I ain't made it out Counting so much fucking money that I'm fucking losing count Bitch, I'm fucking losing, counting so much fucking money, I'm fucking losing count
[Stunna Girl] I 'on't know what bitches talking 'bout Fuck what bitches talking Bitch I'm the real sack chaser I'm the mob wife turned to a gangster bitch Fuck what bitches talking 'bout Bitch you see who run this shit I got the clout Bitch you see who run this shit Bitch you see who run this shit Bitch, fuck what bitches talking 'bout Bitch, you see who running, shit, I got the clout
[Stunna Girl] Bitch you see who running shit Bitch you see who running shit Bitch you see who running shit Bitch you see who running shit Bitch I got the fucking clout Counting so much fucking money, bitch I'm fucking losing countTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.