Number One StunnaPouya & Fat Nick

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[Intro: Fat Nick]
Ayo, Lil' Mexico, pass the gas

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
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

[Verse 1: Pouya]
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

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
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 not [?] let a man [?]
I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder

[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
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

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
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 not [?] let a man [?]
I know you smokin' mid but my pack sound like some thunder