livinglikestunna

Huh, ha, yeah Stunna Hundred bands (hundred bands) Hop up out that car with that blick Make a pussy do the running man I don't wanna talk about that shit if it ain't money man Pull up on your bitch in that Beamer She call me stunna man You funny man You do all that capping in your raps lil nigga You ain't shooting nothing man I don't give a f*ck bout none of these hoes Bitch, I'm too slime Hit that lil' hoe from the back, it only took me two times I don't gotta rap, lil' bitch I don't gotta rhyme My pockets still gon' be fat Like I'm Busta Rhymes My nigga speeding in that cat He swervin' through the lines She come over, I break her back I think I cracked her spine Kick out, then I hit a friend Then I pass that lil' hoe to my twin These niggas not my fam, no you not my kin Serving niggas hella choppas while we spin that Benz'