C Stunna Vibin
[Intro]
(Aw, damn, Rich)
[Chorus]
I be laid back, vibin'
Know my dog done smacked somethin' if he put his page on private
I been eatin' so damn much, I hit the road and catch the itis
Keep on flexin' on these niggas, not my fault, I can't even fight it
I'm a full-time Stunna, part-time rapper
Ain't shit changed since "Al Roker," still know a few smackers
I'll do it all to go and get that cheese, it don't matter
It ain't 'bout a bag, then I ain't tryna hear that chit-chatter, nigga
[Verse]
These hoes be cheesin' mouth-to-mouth, they love just how I floss
Don't you ask me what this shit cost, just know that bitch bought
I'll put your head on auction, jit, don't get me pissed off
They say it take money to go to war, that's why I don't got opps
Always stack that cheese up just in case I see a drought
Got enough cheese to slime your own man inside this pouch
Pushin' P, f..ck these city hoes, I'm flyin' bitches out
I been poppin' it so hard, they already think I made it out
If the bag not around, you know that Stunna out of sight
Just left the Noya, I was coolin', zoolin', chillin' with the Snipes
Free my nigga D, just talked to bruh and sent my dog a kite
These hoes keep talkin' 'bout they love a nigga, yeah, aight, hmm
[Chorus]
I be laid back, vibin'
Know my dog done smacked somethin' if he put his page on private
I been eatin' so damn much, I hit the road and catch the itis
Keep on flexin' on these niggas, not my fault, I can't even fight it
I'm a full-time Stunna, part-time rapper
Ain't shit changed since "Al Roker," still know a few smackers
I'll do it all to go and get that cheese, it don't matter
It ain't 'bout a bag, then I ain't tryna hear that chit-chatter, nigga
