Stunna

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Real young goat, I'm a real young goat
Tell your lil shooters, they don't want no smoke
Yeah, yeah, uh
Let's go

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Act', I don't sip nothing less
I put Forgiatos on my car, [?]
And I put VVS on my ankles and my neck
Boy, one phone call, I'll get ya lil ass wet
I know, I gotta stop with the pill poppin'
If he talk down, we gon' have to kill somethin'
I put this pack in my blunt just to feel somethin'
Put a drum on a Kel-Tec, I'ma peel somethin'
Put a bad bitch in a Tarzana home, but I don't love her
Baby girl, you know that love hurts
[?] Dior, I'm a stunner
And I'ma fuck your bitch if I wanna
Big strap, I know [?] got my hundred
Money heavy, weighing down my jeans like a plumber
Benz truck, not a Hummer (Skrt)
Yeah

[Verse]
Coupe slidеr, coupe slider
My choppa eat you likе a enchilada
We got gas, number one stoner in Prada
These boys rats, don't worry about me, worry 'bout your [?]
Spend a bag with your bitch, boy, look what I bought her
Grab her ass, smack that while she suck and swallow
Know you mad, [?] talkin' online like a blogger
Maserati coupe but this is not a fuckin' Charger
Maserati or a 'Vette
Hoppin off a PJ, you ain't boarded yet
High as fuck at Benihana's, I ain't order yet
Fuck a model from the back, I'm recordin' that
Put a big Birkin bag on a foreign brat
Ten missed calls from these bitches, I'm ignoring that
Take your Hellcat on the street and I'm floorin' that
Money [?], swear to god, he reportin' that (Swear to god, he reportin' that)

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Act', I don't sip nothing less
I put Forgiatos on my car, [?]
And I put VVS on my ankles and my neck
Boy, one phone call, I'll get ya lil ass wet
I know, I gotta stop with the pill poppin'
If he talk down, we gon' have to kill somethin'
I put this pack in my blunt just to feel somethin'
Put a drum on a Kel-Tec, I'ma peel somethin'
Put a bad bitch in a Tarzana home, but I don't love her
Baby girl, you know I don't love her
[?] Dior, I'm a stunner
And I'ma fuck your bitch if I wanna
Big strap, I know [?] got my hundred
Money heavy, weighing down my jeans like a plumber
Benz truck, not a Hummer (Skrt)
Yeah, yeah