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Stunna
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Stunna was released on January 20, 2026 by 5309944 Records DK as a part of the album Stunna - Single
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Release DateJanuary 20, 2026
Label5309944 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GBA Dicey
GBA Dicey
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermain Jones
Jermain Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghost
Ghost
Producer

Lyrics

Your love fake and I don't need it
I'm a saint and you a demon
You too grown, I shouldn't be teachin
Block your phone, find out you leachin
Chopstick on me
Run up, you won't make it home
You get to reaching
Pockets preachin, plenty times I served the deacon
I pray to God and I do rituals
Cause I feel these demons creepin
I got bro lo when he outta town
Til he get back, no sleepin
Got a model that fuck with Molly
Peewee longway, sneakin' geekin
Guapi denim, Louis trainers
I put it on in every season
Yeah, I been splurgin, ****
Came a long way from the dirty
These hoes gon' fuck on whoever
Tell me she leavin, I ain't even worried
I ain't even bothered
These hoes ain't got no father
Tryna make that shit my problem
**** that's they fuckin' problem
Yeah
Twenty-Four minutes, I'm goin in
Feel like I'm Kobe
But I'm ballin' harder than Jordan
Choppa for whoever want it
Hating ass **** is not my opponents
Fucked on his bitch
Give her back I don't want her
**** we still masked up like corona
Xanned up all in the stu like a zombie
Stay with that pole in the bag like a plumber
Came from the back to the front, I'm a stunna
**** gon die when it come to that money
Got left in the rain, I don't care when it's sunny
Only my **** was there, I was bummy
Relapsing on drugs and this money
Real rich junkie, I just got head ina hummer
Run up that bread for my momma and brother
And give to the homeless when I'm feelin' humble
Your love fake and I don't need it
I'm a saint and you a demon
You too grown, I shouldn't be teachin
Block your phone, find out you leachin
I got power like I'm 50
If you miss me, then come get me
If you shooting, you better hit me
If you don't, then that's your ending
This ain't GTA
You won't come back, you fail the mission
They say it's more fish in the sea
But I gave up on fishin
How you love me and tellin' our business
Tryna trap me, I ain't give you no children
Granny a witch she rebuke yo wishes
Should've been cut off, you got bad intentions
You got bad intentions
Yeah
I be out the way, I shouldn't be in no mentions
Yeah
I fucked that bitch, made that hoe my mistress
Yeah
Paint on her face, she told me don't miss it
Yeah
She told me she miss it
I told her I'm down in Mississippi
Hold on wait I'm up in Mississippi
Ran that money up lil bitch, I'm up in Mississippi
Your love fake and I don't need it
I'm a saint and you a demon
You too grown, I shouldn't be teachin
Block your phone, find out you leachin
Chopstick on me
Run up, you won't make it home
You get to reaching
Pockets preachin, plenty times I served the deacon
I pray to God and I do rituals
Cause I feel these demons creepin
I got bro lo when he outta town
Til he get back, no sleepin
Got a model that fuck with Molly
Peewee longway, sneakin' geekin
Guapi denim, Louis trainers
I put it on in every season
Written by: Jermain Jones
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