Stunna

Doomshop, motherfucka

O-Okay baby, please don't tell me what to do

I'm gonna keep up all my shit, you know the Freddie never lose

Got the hoes in the back

Matter of fact, I keep a gat

I just say it every song

I see you when you alone

It's a callout to the bitch talking all that silly shit

I'm a boss mane, chicken things

Why you acting crazy, mane?

Ooh, I got it in my backpack now

Look inside the pocket and you acting all astound

"Freddie, how you get this, I just can't believe my eyes"

What the fuck I'm looking at now?

Where the fuck my knife?

That thing use perception, got to put this shit together

Fuck that old man, fuck that weather

Step up to the plate

You know the Freddie stole your money

What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'

Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout?

Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch

Step up to the plate

You know the Freddie stole your money

What a bummer, I'm a big old stunna'

Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout?

Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch