Boss Karrot - Stunna Lyrics

Lately been dripped in designer
Chasing the bag I see commas
I do not deal with the drama
Eyes low I'm stoner
And the number one stunna
Stone cold stunna

I'm in Atlanta
I'm in Bando
I got a bag
She in beemer
She from Atlanta
Look her ass
I never ask
I'm in her town
It's going down
I get around
Word 2 pac
Digital underground
Versace
Versace
I'm in ya face like hibachi
Dare a nigga try to stop me
Hit a nigga with the pacy ouuuuu
Hit a nigga with the rocket
He ain't talking bout profit
He just wanna be a prophet
Broke niggaz never prosper
Me n my niggaz is mobstersssssss
Don't say my name in vain
Most of this shit for the gang
Hurricane season my chain
Flooded my watch
And she came
All my niggaz
Is dripping the same
We had to step on the Caine
I know we f*cked up the game
None of my bustiesz fussin
I never sleep
They calling me calling me
I thank them for all of my jewelry
I'm dripping
So watch how you step to me
Ain't choose shawty
She choose me
I been walking round like Kobe
Jim Jones balling