Selfmade Stunner - XXL

Brick by brick and body by body
I swear I'm fucking the beat up
(Uhh)
Niggas be talking online and scared in person that's why they don't meet up
(Uhh)
(I'm bout to go turn up the heat up on y'all)
The ice on my neck cost the price of the car
She sucking my dick to the lock of the jaw
In a all black car that nobody saw
Not a regular nigga
You know how to address me
Big Donnie or Selfmade stunner that shit will impress me
Don't tell him to much man they could be the feds
Man He could be a fan man coming for your head
Even though I don't play he gonna end up with the dead
And I got enough money to make it disappear
Who the fuck want war and I know you niggas broke
And I'm to cold you gonna need a bigger coat
Man put him in the booth and I bet he gonna choke
No time to play nigga I'm the goat
I'm fucking your bitch and leaving your house
I got that skeet all on your couch
I turn her pussy inside out
Hoe what the fuck you talking about
These nigga hot they tip they telling
He gonna get caught in his melon
Pause
He gonna call a reverend
Like nine eleven rest in peace to yall
You thought it was over but I had more shit to say
Moved out the house so I left section eight
Needed my own I was tired of the roach dates
I'm a millionaire I'm using paper plates
I'm leading the people you know I'm on front line
I look at the rappers its looking like lunch time
My pen is to sharp it go through like a Glock nine
This is illegal but I do not pay a fine
Ducking the feds they kicked in my dad door
I had a warrant they sent to the wrong door
All my houses
All they had was four
Let me be quiet because I added more
Niggas be hating but who really give a fuck
Ima be over here turning the city up
Bumpin the shit in a big body Bentley truck
Let them keep talking so we can knuckle up
All this talking I never seen a face
Maybe I'm tripping maybe I'm going crazy
Niggas be scary they hiding on a fake page
And why you be hiding if you got so much to say
I'm crashing the party like what's up
Don't let 'em flinch or a nigga gonna get touch
The fear in his eyes man that boy getting hiccups
I'm taking his bitch and she got a big butt
I'm sending her back after I stretched out her guts
She fuck with me better that's my lil slut
They saying my name so you that I'm up
They say that its weak
But they know that its tough
Cut my dreads off
So you know that I brush
I know that you thinking
That this is a rush
A kid on the way
So I can't fuck up
Three in total you know what's up

Written by:
Donnie Bradley Jr

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