Chetta - Number One Stunna lyrics

Bitch throw your fucking sets up
Ain't no tryna press up
I ain't gotta check up
Choppa leave em swept up
Momma crying wept up awh man thats fucked up
Piling up a key bump
Stuff another double cup
Pissing on you dirty hoes
Mixing up a dirty four
Gripping on a dirty pole
Thats a dirty thirty woah ima hold
Court up in the streets block is hot
Im in the heat milligrams is all i need
Spent a milly in the streets
This that late night get right
Come and take flight if the head right
Neck right she can stay the night
Bitch i just might just might
Come and end ya life hold up sit tight
Play nice bitch ill get you right

Feel like kneviel smoking illegal
Living so evil evel kneviel
On the edge im going deeper
On the edge im going deeper

Off the lean like justin beiber
I ain't a rapper drug dealer
Don't you ever hit my line
Give a fuck about your feature
Catch me mobbin with that iron
Smoking nine millimeters
Pour my eight in 2 liters
Ima late night creeper

Feel like kneviel smoking illegal
Living so evil evel kneviel
On the edge im going deeper
On the edge im going deeper

Off the dope like wiz khalifa
Kick ya door like knocking speakers
Give a fuck about you either
Only ride for my people
Put the reaper on you hoes fuck ya clout
We not equal all my life been living lethal
Ima late night demon

Feel like kneviel smoking illegal
Living so evil evel kneviel
On the edge im going deeper
On the edge im going deeper
This that late night get right
Come and take flight if the head right
Neck right she can stay the night
Bitch i just might just might
Come and end ya life hold up sit tight
Play nice bitch ill get you right

Feel like kneviel smoking illegal
Living so evil evel kneviel
On the edge im going deeper
On the edge im going deeper