Stunna lyrics

[Intro]
Doomshop, motherf*cka

[Verse]
O— Okay baby, please don't tell me what to do
I'm gonna keep up all my sh*t, you know the Freddie never lose
Got the hoes in the back, matter of fact, I keep a gat
I just say it every song, I see you when you alone
It's a callout to the b*tch talking all that silly sh*t
I'm a boss mane, chicken things, why you acting crazy, mane?
Ooh, I got it in my backpack now
Look inside the pocket and you acting all astound
"Freddie, how you get this, I just can't believe my eyes"
What the f*ck I'm looking at now? Where the f*ck my knife?
That thing use perception, got to put this sh*t together
f*ck that old man, f*ck that weather

[Chorus]
Step up to the plate, you know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexin' on these b*tches, what the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
Big dog sh*t, rocking Burberry, b*tch

Step up to the plate, you know the Freddie stole your money
What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'
Flexin' on these b*tches, what the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
Big dog sh*t, rocking Burberry, b*tch