[Intro: Stunna Girl]
Haan-haan
Haaaaaaaan!
Ion know what b*tches talkin bout, f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
[Hook: Stunna Girl]
b*tch ima real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife to a gangster b*tch
f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t, I got the clout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t I got the clout
[Verse1: Stunna Girl]
New drip alert but this drip gone cost you
Ain’t no comin back n*gga 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 b*tch...straight up outta Mac Town
Super flexer, better check my background
b*tch i’m the show stopper of the party
Real ass, real hair, real life barbie
b*tch i’m the show stopper of the party f*ck em then I get some money like Cardi
You n*ggas got the nerve ouwee
I got that high class coochie, call it ‘Gucci’ n*gga
[Hook: Stunna Girl]
Ion know what b*tches talkin bout, f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch ima real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife to a gangster b*tch
f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t, I got the clout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t I got the clout
[Verse2: Blaatina]
Show them b*tches me and Stunna do em dirty
Brought the choppa out and now they runnin, in a hurry
Ima make the chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks it ain’t no worry
f*ck these hoes b*tch I do not want yo n*gga
Intimidate me? b*tch you funny, know my pockets bigga
Ima pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigga
Pull up to the function & I pull up with my killas
b*tches they not with it, hoe I do not wanna talk
What’s brackin lil b*tch? we will slide right on yo block
This year for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock
I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock
[Verse 3: Stunna Girl & Blaatina]
n*gga all you do is eat my pus*y and get on my nerves
You b*tches is weirdos i’m convinced y’all some nerds
You b*tches is hoes i’m convinced y’all suckin di*k
I been stackin money, chasin paper, i’m tryna get rich
b*tch my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats
And I ain’t gettin him no uber, less he tryna eat
These b*tches cappin they ain’t even from no f*ckin streets
I’m the black Pocohantas mixed with a street b*tch
I passed everybody that said I wouldn’t be sh*t
Been pushin that weight and I ain’t talkin bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door and b*tch it ain’t Jehovah Witness
f*ck them followers you got b*tch can you ride a di*k
Bring the b*tch around my brother betchu she gone be on di*k
Talkin on the internet b*tch that sh*t’ll
Get you shot
My killas don’t have IGs b*tch they posted on the block
b*tch i’m still up in the streets I ain’t made it out
Countin so much f*ckin money that i’m f*ckin losing count
b*tch! I’m f*ckin losin count
Countin so much f*ckin money that i’m f*ckin losing count
[Hook: Stunna Girl]
Ion know what b*tches talkin bout, f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch ima real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife to a gangster b*tch
f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t, I got the clout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch f*ck what b*tches talkin bout
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t I got the clout
[Outro: Stunna Girl]
See who runnin sh*t haan
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch you see who runnin sh*t
b*tch I got the f*ckin clout
Counting so much money b*tch I done lost f*ckin count