Pouya, Fat Nick - Number One Stunna

Ayo, Lil' Mexico, pass the gas I'm the number one stunna in the hood, don't need a gunna Bet we pull the pipe but don't mistake me for a plumber When I talk, I will melt shorty like a day in summer I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder I'm the number one stunna in the hood, don't need a gunna Bet we pull the pipe but don't mistake me for a plumber When I talk, I will melt shorty like a day in summer I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder I will not fumble the bag and that's a bet (Bet, bet) It's been so dry out lately, but that money make me wet (Wet, wet) I need a Benz to match the 'Vette (Yuh) Yeah, that money make me dance (Yuh), make me forget (Ayy) Wait, what I say? Heard what I said, instead, I keep a steady head I don't need meds, havin' to leave my bed, nothin' I'm lookin' forward to ahead So I just (Yuh) pull out the pills, I wanna relapse (Yuh) I need a therapist 'cause I don't think that I can relax (Bitch) I'm losing it, I'm out the mood, my attitude is "Fuck you" (Fuck you) You know my name hold weight, you bitches can't even get a buck through me I see right through you and yo' partners and that Fendi, Prada, Ferragamo When that llama meet your mama, she's a goner, yuh I'm the number one stunna in the hood, don't need a gunna Bet we pull the pipe but don't mistake me for a plumber When I talk, I will melt shorty like a day in summer I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder I'm the number one stunna in the hood, don't need a gunna Bet we pull the pipe but don't mistake me for a plumber When I talk, I will melt shorty like a day in summer I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder I'm gonna pull up on many finna' shoot Like the wild wild west, there's a snake inside my boot One, two, three, four, blue Percs, I'm 'bout to chew I done finna all this juice and now I'm running with a bull I can fuck on any bitch, I've been hittin' a bunch of licks Always keep a choppa on me if I think that there's a snitch 50 G, baby-ass drummer time Don't ask me, "Where the shooter?" Yeah, that hem is mine I ain't take a handout, I made my own bread Bitches, I got sponsorship, will take that off edge I be makin' money with the gang, I'm breakin' bread You can't break out shit 'cause all your homies dead I'm the number one stunna in the hood, don't need a gunna Bet we pull the pipe but don't mistake me for a plumber When I talk, I will melt shorty like a day in summer I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder I'm the number one stunna in the hood, don't need a gunna Bet we pull the pipe but don't mistake me for a plumber When I talk, I will melt shorty like a day in summer I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder