Blaatina
Clout
[Intro: Stunna Girl]
Haan-haan
Haaaaaaaan!
Ion know what bitches talkin bout, fuck what bitches talkin bout

[Hook: Stunna Girl]
Bitch ima real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife to a gangster bitch
Fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch you see who runnin shit, I got the clout
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch you see who runnin shit I got the clout

[Verse1: Stunna Girl]
New drip alert but this drip gone cost you
Ain’t no comin back n***a once I am off you
Pretty girl but i’m as gutter as it gets
It’s the famous, thousands of likes on my pics
Hot bitch...straight up outta Mac Town
Super flexer, better check my background
Bitch i’m the show stopper of the party
Real ass, real hair, real life barbie
Bitch i’m the show stopper of the party Fuck em then I get some money like Cardi
You n***as got the nerve ouwee
I got that high class coochie, call it ‘Gucci’ n***a

[Hook: Stunna Girl]
Ion know what bitches talkin bout, fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch ima real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife to a gangster bitch
Fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch you see who runnin shit, I got the clout
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch you see who runnin shit I got the clout

[Verse2: Blaatina]
Show them bitches me and Stunna do em dirty
Brought the choppa out and now they runnin, in a hurry
Ima make the chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry
Momma just got out, gave her racks it ain’t no worry
Fuck these hoes bitch I do not want yo n***a
Intimidate me? bitch you funny, know my pockets bigga
Ima pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigga
Pull up to the function & I pull up with my killas
Bitches they not with it, hoe I do not wanna talk
What’s brackin lil bitch? we will slide right on yo block
This year for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock
I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock

[Verse 3: Stunna Girl & Blaatina]
N***a all you do is eat my pussy and get on my nerves
You bitches is weirdos i’m convinced y’all some nerds

You bitches is hoes i’m convinced y’all suckin dick
I been stackin money, chasin paper, i’m tryna get rich

Bitch my designer sewed me up a two piece
Just did the two piece on Uber Eats

And I ain’t gettin him no uber, less he tryna eat
These bitches cappin they ain’t even from no fuckin streets

I’m the black Pocohantas mixed with a street bitch
I passed everybody that said I wouldn’t be shit

Been pushin that weight and I ain’t talkin bout no fitness
Shooters at yo door and bitch it ain’t Jehovah Witness

Fuck them followers you got bitch can you ride a dick
Bring the bitch around my brother betchu she gone be on dick

Talkin on the internet bitch that shit’ll
Get you shot
My killas don’t have IGs bitch they posted on the block

Bitch i’m still up in the streets I ain’t made it out
Countin so much fuckin money that i’m fuckin losing count
Bitch! I’m fuckin losin count
Countin so much fuckin money that i’m fuckin losing count

[Hook: Stunna Girl]
Ion know what bitches talkin bout, fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch ima real sack chaser
I’m the mob wife to a gangster bitch
Fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch you see who runnin shit, I got the clout
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch fuck what bitches talkin bout
Bitch you see who runnin shit I got the clout

[Outro: Stunna Girl]
See who runnin shit haan
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch you see who runnin shit
Bitch I got the fuckin clout
Counting so much money bitch I done lost fuckin count