#1 Stunna

$uicide

It's that marble martyr, fucking daughters

Rocking Starter, going farther

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

Bitch, I be that breadcrumb covered motherfucker

Bitch, I'm fucking southern fried

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

Sipping white wine then committed suicide

Now, I'm sipping red wine in the booth

Blowing on the blunt, puffing up, me and $lick go poof

Goku on the beat, steady getting money like a toll booth

Nah, I'm just playing, bitch I'm broke $loth broke, too

Riding in that drop top 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 to the rover truck

Ride till the sun up

Old trucks with the top up

Yeah these bitches still stutter

Yung Christ and I'm smoking 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

See you motherfuckers don't get

That I could give a fuck about this rap shit

Born with a dope flow and an accent

808s with the slap got ya back bent

So here's a big fuck you to you motherfuckers

Buncha clones, $uicide's not like the others

So if you wanna meet the devil, shit I got in me

Keep talking 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