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Stunna Girl

"Let It Drip"

[Intro]
And every flight you gettin' off too
Why you hatin', stunt over there
If I drop ten shots, I'll leave a Stunna there

Leave a Stunna where?
You ain't never shot at me, queer
Faggot with a drug habit
Laudiano

[Verse 1]
I got to bustin', nobody shot back
You didn't get on me right there, so quit askin' where I'm at
But you wanna mention Stunna, so I'ma be direct
Better ask Geek how it felt when that bullet grazed her neck
You ain't never shot a gun, quit rappin' 'bout catchin' bodies
You're only noticed 'cause you get shout outs from Mozzy
You thought you was a boy, you thought you had a di*k
So how I'm playin' catch up to a confused broke b*tch?

[Chorus]
I done let it drip on 6A, I done let it drip in the P
I done let it drip
I done let it drip on 6A, I done let it drip in the P
b*tch, I done let it drip

[Verse 2]
You so HellGang but cool with b*tches from the G
You be in them comments talkin' to your enemies
Y'all put y'all funk aside just to hate on me
'Cause I be knockin' at you b*tches and y'all all scared of me
I'm who you tryna be, most you can say is that a ho?
But you smoke crystal and sellin' pus*y on the low
You swear nobody knows like you swear nobody knows
That was a fake stack of money in that Benz video
And you ain't never did one drill in your life
Your hoeing was unsuccessful, so you turned dyke
Then them prison walls made a man out you, lil' b*tch
You live in foreclosed homes with your mama, you ain't got a whip
Your name Stacks but you flex fake stacks
That just shows you ain't 'bout what you rap
After I aired you out, you started sayin' I was whack
But I got them screenshots where you told me I could rap
Mozzy's shine saved you from gettin' smacked
That crystal-head best friend didn't have your back
It's clear y'all be f*ckin' by the way you b*tches act
But me and my sisters, we in foreigns back to back
And me and my sisters, we be runnin' up a check
Your older brother personally told me I was wet
That's your big homie, the reason you get respect?
But it's 'bout time lil' sis gets her own rep
But I can't respect your gangster, though
You pick and choose
We beat the f*ck out your niece, and Kayla jumped her too
I would've got on everybody, broke off the whole crew
But you still ain't got on Kayla and I'm just tellin' the truth

[Chorus]
I done let it drip on 6A, I done let it drip in the P
I done let it drip
I done let it drip on 6A, I done let it drip in the P
b*tch, I done let it drip
I done let it drip on 6A, I done let it drip in the P
I done let it drip
I done let it drip on 6A, I done let it drip in the P
b*tch, I done let it drip

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