Stunna

Doomshop, motherf-
 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're alone
 It's a callout to the bitch talking all that silly shit
 I'm a boss mane, chicken things
 Why're you acting crazy, mane?
 Ooh, I got it in my backpack now
 Look inside the pocket, and you're 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 that Freddie stole your money
 What a bummer, I'm a big old stunner
 Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout?
 Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch
 Step up to the plate, you know that Freddie stole your money
 What a bummer, I'm a big old stunner
 Flexing on these bitches, what the fuck you talking 'bout?
 Big dog shit, rocking Burberry, bitch