Stunna Anthem

Uh Yeah, yeah, ayy Oh, woah-woah-woah (Cássio) Yeah, ayy (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back) In this thang, fired up, back lit I could get a big bag quick Po— Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit Bi— Bitch, this that shit In this thang, fired up, back lit I could get a big bag quick Po— Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit Bi— Bitch, this that shit I'm wavy, baby, I'm out here butter Ain't graduated 'cause I'm still goin' dumber I'm wonderin', will they ever step they game up? Where I'm from we're really different, no, they cannot change us They change up, but we stick to the script Vallejo to The City to The Rich In the town where it go down, no, you shouldn't bring your ho 'round I refer myself to him as my pronoun I could never be worried about no bitch You the type to be trickin' and never hit Me, too solid, I'm concrete, I keep it funky She stay blowin' me up, sayin' she want me In this thang, fired up, back lit I could get a big bag quick Po— Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit Bi— Bitch, this that shit In this thang, fired up, back lit I could get a big bag quick Po— Poke it out, turn around, lift that shit Bi— Bitch, this that shit Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Like you strip at a club in the A-T-L Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Like you strip at a club in the A-T-L Lil' freak tore it up, they started raisin' hell— hell Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bou— Bounce that thing 'til you can't no more Woah, woah, woah (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back) One, two, what it do? I'm turns up, I ain't tryin' to be rude Three, four, what it's for? Wanna see you shake a little more Five, six, don't quit Imagine how she do it on a dick Seven, eight, think straight Do it for me, you ain't gotta meditate I'ma call her right now, that shit over with Bitch, I got Chanel for my deodorant I'm in a Tesla with your ho in it I'm a batter when she throwin' it Had to give her my condolences, they've been dyin' for me to lose I'm a mood, yeah, I'm out here 'cause I got a lot to prove To the moon, it ain't nothin' I could swoon I'm the realest in the room, like the mafia how we move Oh, you ain't introduced? Let me learn you some' Ayy, California hot boy, got it burnin' up Like Serena when I'm servin' up They throwin' shots, not the Moderna one, free Fo When he home, we gon' turn 'em up, ayy Yeah, yeah I got more dollars than I got mentions I don't care how bad she is, I am not trickin' I could own a Popeye's how I got chicken One, two, what it do? I'm turns up, I ain't tryin' to be rude Three, four, what it's for? Wanna see you shake a little more Five, six, don't quit Imagine how she do it on, a dick Seven, eight, think straight Do it for me, you ain't gotta, meditate