Youngg Rose - Stunna

Ice round my neck I might catch me a coma
I might catch me a coma
In the middle of the summer
I might drop me a hit
Might drop me a hit and fuck up the summer
Ice round my neck I might catch me a coma
Ice round my neck I might catch me a coma
Ice on my neck I might catch me a coma
How about I become the number one stunna
The number one stunna
It's four am and we fuck till the sun up
Yeah I might trust you but i can't put my gun up
She walked in with thongs made it rain like it's thunder
Everyday I'm getting out of my body so you cannot tell me my feelings ain't got me
Kamikaze
Couldn't even take my trip out to Bali
McQueens on my feet got me wanting to take a trip out to Follys
So many regrets yeah I'm sorry
Always pulling up late to the party
Used to drive home in a rari
I can still pull strings like atari
I got mike amiri jeans
Leather belt with the double G
How about I become the number one stunna
The number one stunna
It's four am and we fuck till the sun up
Yeah I might trust you but i can't put my gun up
She walked in with thongs made it rain like it's thunder
Everyday I'm getting out of my body so you cannot tell me my feelings ain't got me
Kamikaze
Couldn't even take my trip out to Bali
McQueens on my feet got me wanting to take a trip out to Follys
So many regrets yeah I'm sorry
Always pulling up late to the party
Used to drive home in a rari
I can still pull strings like atari
I got mike amiri jeans
Leather belt with the double G
How about I become the number one stunna

Written by:
Youngg Rose

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