Stunna2x - Nasty

That shit got me fucked
That shit fucked me over
Put that 9 to your skull
Jit crying the whole ride home
Fat bowls what i smoke
Need racks need stacks pronto
Smoking that pack, gelato
Yea im from Chicago
We dont fuck with police
Keep the pole everywhere i go
Then finesse the streets
Choppa rain like Seattle
Drip down to my feet
So much water i brought a paddle
Nut on her face then i skeet
Then i send her yea right home
Yea right on
Cant have no witness yea i peel out his eyes
Pray to god he forgive cause i sin all the time
Feel like Dwyane Wade when I pass it to Bron
Watch bust down can't even see the time
One time I tried I almost went blind
Young turnt jit like me as hard to find
Baby im one of
One of a kind
One of one of
One of a kind
Fuckin a nasty hoe
Fuckin a plastic hoe
She love what she see on my wrist
Thats why she suckin this dick
In the club throwin ones
We aint runnin out of this shit
Pour up in my cup
I piss, miss
Young Stunna i came up off of 5th
My brother gone he dead cuz of pills
Umma stop before i get too real
Bitch i feel like Veeze, this aint no drill
I be seeing shit like im off Benadryl
Feel like its a game got me so many kills
Not from Buffalo but i got me some bills
Got me some mills
I gotta fuck up the world up
Thats my consensus
Turnin up at my show
You runnin to the concessions
Pull up Smith and Weston i think we could rest him
Got me a bad lil bitch and she like to wrestle
Call me a priest cause i just blessed ya
Call me Febreze cause i just sprayed ya

Written by:
Steven Wanga

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