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PERFORMING ARTISTS
C Stunna
C Stunna
Vocals
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedrick Dorisca
Cedrick Dorisca
Lyrics
Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Espinal
Eddie Espinal
Mixing Engineer
baby og og
baby og og
Recording Engineer
Mixed By Heem
Mixed By Heem
Recording Engineer
Flame Flowers
Flame Flowers
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayo, Flame, how you made this one, man (Stunna) BTM shit, nigga, yeah Uh, ayy Ridin' with some shit, I let it bust, I might just lose control Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold Ayy, ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls Used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch" Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff, uh You would second guess to pay what I be spendin' on a tee Ain't no limit to this trickin', you could say I'm Master P All this stuntin', gеttin' fly as fuck, I do that casually Oh, you think that this a game? I swing the stick like playin' Wii I ain't worriеd 'bout no broke ho, ain't nothin' to get you built Last week, I flicked up with a hundred like my name Wilt You don't know that playin' both sides can damn near get you killed? I don't listen to TI, so you won't see me sendin' tips Wanna see a jit ballin'? Check my 'Gram to sit courtside BTM the gang, we shake our hands and get our fingers tied Youngest turnt niggas out the city, they know not to try She say, "Stunna Man, you is that boy," I said, "You never lied" Ridin' with some shit, I let it bust, I might just lose control Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold Ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls Used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch" Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff (yeah, yeah) Half of these pussy-ass niggas wrong, I came up trappin' marijuana I don't even fuck with these cap-ass rap niggas Came up trappin', nigga, that's an honor Disrespectful, bitch play with me, I'ma spit on a bitch like a fuckin' llama Better go buy the bitch a watch or chain, ain't buyin' no fuckin' bundles Nigga, I balled the winter, spring, and fall, I ain't waitin' on no fuckin' summer Might go get my bitch from Miami pregnant and name my baby summer Bitch know I like big ol' trucks, I might just come through H2 Hummer Too piped up, got a hundred thousand cash in the Goyard, on my mama, Richey Ridin' with some shit, I let it bust, I might just lose control Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold Ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls Used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch" Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff
Writer(s): Ergen Isanov, Jalen Foster, Cedric Dorisca Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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