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[Verse 1: *67]
Kill a n*gga wearin' red, b*tch I feel like Stewart Little- little
n*gga, you a b*tch, and yo clique is abysmal
Shot him in his stomach, think he need some Peptobismol
Messin' with yo b*tch, I just play her like a fiddle
Take this as a warning, take this sh*t as a signal
Take this as a warning, take this sh*t as a signal
Take this as a warning, take this sh*t as a signal
I'm with Stewart Little, with my Stewart Little sigils
[?] with the Stewart Little riddle
Bullets fry that n*gga, like a f*ckin' McGriddle

[Verse 2: 85hz]
[?]
Hop out the Convertible, with your b*tch
You won't get her back
Make that ho convert, you won't get her back
Got that [?] that n*gga Stewart up in her back
n*gga, you a herb
That n*gga thought he could get her back
[?] she gettin hit by the f*ckin rat
b*tch wanna-

[Verse 3: yuke]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Stewart Little, [?]
[?] Stewart Little on yo b*tch now she f*ck with me
I got Stewart Little, Kodak Black diamonds, yeah, they gleam
See me and Stewart Little and the clique and they flee
Yeah, n*ggas stay mad cause Stewart Little greed
n*ggas stay mad cause Stewart Little greed
On the ps2 playin Stewart Little 3
Hex a f*ck n*gga, Stewart Little in his dreams