Two of Florida's newest stars are teaming up to make waves along the East Coast. Those two gentlemen are C Stunna and Real Boston Richey and they have recently collaborated on a track called "Lose Control". This is the former's second release of the year, and it follows up on "Curtis Jackson", which dropped in April. What is even better is that C Stunna is coming through with a new album very soon.
2021 was the last time we got a new tape from him, which was called Stone Cold Stunna. It was nearly a total solo project outside of one track. 2020 saw him drop his first two LPs, Stunna 4 President and then Stunna Season prior to that. So, this has certainly been a long time coming for someone who is still looking to make their mark.
Listen To "Lose Control" By C Stunna & Real Boston Richey
"Lose Control" could have been a mixed bag. Even with the Florida connection, C Stunna and Real Boston Richey have never worked with one another. However, they put any chemistry questions to bed, as they effortlessly trade verses on this song. They pick each other up, keeping the momentum high. The beat may be the most standout feature, as the dark, cavernous, bassy instrumental is the perfect back drop for the lyrics and flows brought.
What are your thoughts on "Lose Control" by C Stunna and Real Boston Richey? Who had the stronger performance on the track? Does this get you excited for Stunna has in the works, why or why not? Is this his best single of the year? We would like to hear what you have to say, so be sure to leave your takes in the comments section. Additionally, always keep it locked in with HNHH for all of the latest news surrounding C Stunna and Real Boston Richey. Finally, stay with us for everything else going on in the music world.
Quotable Lyrics:
You would second guess to pay what I be spendin' on a tee
Ain't no limit to this trickin', you could say I'm Master P
All this stuntin', gеttin' fly as fuck, I do that casually
Oh, you think that this a game? I swing the stick like playin' Wii
I ain't worriеd 'bout no broke ho, ain't nothin' to get you built
Last week, I flicked up with a hundred like my name Wilt
