Stunna this, stunna that
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat
Stunna this, stunna that
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat

Tell 'em how my pockets and my pussy both fat
Yo nigga hit my line and he ain't never comin' back
Thirty inches down my back
Don't bring bitches to the trap
Sacramento's finest, hoe, I put the Belly on the map
Show me a hundred thousand
Until then bum bitch stop bad mouthin'
Until then bum bitch stop bad mouthin'
Spazzin' on a hoe, go from zero to a thousand
Spazzin' on a hoe, yo baby daddy fresh out
Took yo lil' dough, you over there stressed out
Everybody and they mama know, Stunna Girl best out
Only time I'm in the spot, when they bring them checks out
Bands bustin' out the rubberbands
It don't stop runnin', can't count with both hands
Spend a bag on this pussy, nigga, put it in my hand
I post hella weird, 'cause they used to be fans
Pipe down, be quiet
You a basic ass bitch, basic shit get y'all excited
See the envy in y'all face, y'all don't even try to hide it
Couldn't stand to stand alone so you hatin' hoes dick ridin'
Page not private, it's public on purpose
Me battle you, that's not even a Versuz
No crib, no ice, wear fake purses
Yo nigga hella boosie and he got you feelin' worthless
For everybody, hella dusty, he a bopper
With them dusty gold teeth and they turning copper
Everyday I'm eating lobster
Get yo money up, you a Stunna Girl imposter
Poof standin' hella cocky, he a asshole
Kickin' bitches out the spot, only bad hoes
If I ever get the drop, I'ma tag hoes
Roach got hands, but was scared to run it back though
Attention is what you lackin'
Hoe you busy bein' messy and he busy barebackin' 'hoes
And I ain't nothin' like you
You happy niggas wanna fuck, less than liked you
You can't get one nigga to wife you
Desperate, wack bitch, only jail niggas write you
Yeah, and he don't wanna talk that bag talk
Heels on they neck, hoe, did a cat walk
I ain't doin' half off features for a verse
That's them broke rap bitches, hoes get it reimbursed
Throwback bitches with a empty ass purse
I'm the top baddest bitch from the Sacramento turf
From the Sacramento turf, who pockets fatter than mine?
I'm the president, y'all hoes, who pussy better than mine?
Gates closed while y'all hoes in the back of the line
Bow down pussy hoes, the city is mine
And I dare a hoe to act like she pressin' the line
Hit that nappy head hoe with this big 4-5
Hatin' on a real bitch, didn't stop my shine
Had to count myself first, they like damn I'm fine

Stunna this, stunna that
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat
Stunna this, stunna that
Make sure y'all hoes tell 'em my Brazilian ass fat
Can't stop my shine