Clout

[Intro: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what bitches talking
(Fuck what these bitches talking 'bout)
Fuck what bitches talking

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
Bitch I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster bitch
Fuck what bitches talking 'bout
Bitch you see who run this shit I got the clout
Bitch you see who run this shit
Bitch you see who run this shit
Bitch, fuck what bitches talking 'bout
Bitch, you see who running, shit, I got the clout

[Verse 1: Stunna Girl]
New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you
Ain’t no comin' back nigga 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 bitch straight up out of Mactown
Super flexer better check my background bitch
I’m the showstopper of the party
Real ass, real hair, real life Barbie bitch
I’m the showstopper of the party
Fuck him then I get some money like Cardi
You niggas got the nerve, ooh, wee
I got that high class coochie, call it Gucci

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what bitches talking 'bout
Fuck what bitches talking
Bitch I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster bitch
Fuck what bitches talking 'bout
Bitch you see who run this shit I got the clout
Bitch you see who run this shit
Bitch you see who run this shit
Bitch, fuck what bitches talking 'bout
Bitch, you see who running, shit, I got the clout

[Verse 2: Blaatina]
Show them bitches, me and Stunna do 'em dirty
Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry
I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain’t worries
Fuck these hoes, bitch I do not want your nigga
Intimidate me bitch, you funny, know my pockets bigger
I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger
Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers
Bitches, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk
What’s bracking, lil' bitch, we will slide right on yo block
This shit 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]
Nigga, all you do is eat my pussy and get on my nerves
You bitches is weirdos, I’m convinced y’all some nerds
You bitches is hoes, I’m convinced y’all sucking dick
I been stacking money, chasing paper, I’m tryna get rich
Bitch, my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats
And I ain’t getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat
These bitches capping, they ain’t even from no fucking streets
I’m a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street bitch
I passed everybody that said I wouldn’t be shit
Been pushing that weight and I ain’t talking 'bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door, and bitch, it ain’t Jehovah's witnesses
Fucking followers you got, bitch, can you ride a dick?
Bring that bitch around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his dick
Talking on the internet, bitch that shit will get you shot
My killers don’t have IG’s bitch, they posted on the block
Bitch, I’m still up in the streets, I ain’t made it out
Counting so much fucking money that I’m fucking losing count
Bitch, I’m fucking losing, counting so much fucking money, I’m fucking losing count

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I 'on't know what bitches talking 'bout
Fuck what bitches talking
Bitch I’m the real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster bitch
Fuck what bitches talking 'bout
Bitch you see who run this shit I got the clout
Bitch you see who run this shit
Bitch you see who run this shit
Bitch, fuck what bitches talking 'bout
Bitch, you see who running, shit, I got the clout

[Outro: Stunna Girl]
Bitch you see who running shit
Bitch you see who running shit
Bitch you see who running shit
Bitch you see who running shit
Bitch I got the fucking clout
Counting so much fucking money, bitch I’m fucking losing count