[Intro]
Stunna Boy, get 'em
Y'all n***as know what the fuck I do n***a
Killastone gang, n***a
Rich gang, n***a
Jui-jui-jui-jui-juice!

[Verse 1]
Get 'em out of here
Swag of the year
Young Stunna Boy, man they taxted all my tears
Thought I had no fear
I feel like a bitch
Shouts out to Killa Swag
I'm sitting on my shit
Pull up to the trap, n***a
Hoes like "damn"
All this fuckin' money man
I think I'm Uncle Sam
Tatted on my face and my clip don't jam
In the kitchen, cookin' gas, man
Speakers going hammer, took your main bitch
And I banned her and I jammed her, ha
I wound her and I jam her
Fuck your bitch in out the bammer, n***a
Big stunna, n***a!