#1 Stunna

It's that marble martyr, fuckin' daughters, rockin' starter, goin' farther

Sauce ain't tartar, bitch, it's barbecue

Bitch, I be that breadcrumb covered motherfucker

Bitch, I'm fuckin' Southern-fried

Lyin' to all you look-a-likes just to further you from the truth

Sippin' white wine, then committed suicide, now I'm sippin' red wine

In the booth, blowin' on a blunt, puffin' up

Me and $lick go poof, Goku on the beat

Steady gettin' money like a toll booth, nah, I'm just playin'

Bitch, I'm broke, $loth broke too

Ridin' in that droptop with the whole crew, no proof

White pearls with one gold tooth

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Let me get the keys

Ride till the sun up, old trucks with the top up

Yeah, these bitches still stutter, Yung Christ and I'm smokin' on butter

Just another white creep with no respect

Every day I hold my breath, tryna meet death

No check, no balance and no debt

No money, no cars, but I'm on flex

Said you motherfuckers don't get

That I could give a fuck about this rap shit

Born with a dope flow and a accent

808's with the slap got your back bent

So here's a big fuck you to you motherfuckers

Bunch of clones, $uicide not like the others

So if you wanna meet that devil shit I got in me

Keep talkin', lil' bitch

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Let me get the keys to the Rover truck

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!

I'm the #1 Stunna!