Big Stunna lyrics

[Intro]
Stunna Boy, get 'em
Y'all n*ggas know what the f*ck I do n*gga
Killastone gang, n*gga
Rich gang, n*gga
Jui-jui-jui-jui-juice!

[Verse 1]
Get 'em out of here
Swag of the year
Young Stunna Boy, man they taxted all my tears
Thought I had no fear
I feel like a b*tch
Shouts out to Killa Swag
I'm sitting on my sh*t
Pull up to the trap, n*gga
Hoes like "damn"
All this f*ckin' money man
I think I'm Uncle Sam
Tatted on my face and my clip don't jam
In the kitchen, cookin' gas, man
Speakers going hammer, took your main b*tch
And I banned her and I jammed her, ha
I wound her and I jam her
f*ck your b*tch in out the bammer, n*gga
Big stunna, n*gga!