Stunt lyrics
by Vince Staples
[Hook]
My ex-girl told me that I wasn't sh*t
So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that b*tch
Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
Cost about a whole brick, so you know a n*gga
Stunting on these n*ggas, stunting on these hoes
Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
Tell me where the cash at then a n*gga good to go
I be stunting on these n*ggas, I be stunting on these hoes
[Verse 1]
Flexing on them n*ggas who be flexin'
All about my relish, getting lettuce is a fetish
Stunting on these n*ggas, shining got 'em jealous
Range Roves, twenty-fo's, chopping like propellers
Every day we stunt, turn a club into a movie
Bad b*tches choosing up, like a verb, they wanna do me
n*ggas out here hating so a n*gga keep a toolie
Murking n*ggas, spark a blunt and slide off in the hooptie
Big bank take lil bank, X pills in the fish tank
Riding 'round with my pack of loud, they face frown 'cause my sh*t stank
Moving weight, shift states, flexing like I lift weights
n*ggas hate that I stunt, and my money tall as Dikembe
[Hook]
My ex-girl told me that I wasn't sh*t
So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that b*tch
Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
Cost about a whole brick, so you know a n*gga
Stunting on these n*ggas, stunting on these hoes
Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
Tell me where the cash at then a n*gga good to go
I be stunting on these n*ggas, I be stunting on these hoes
[Verse 2]
They know I stunt, I stunt hard
Young n*gga, push the rock like a point guard
Got Pinky giving brain 'cause the world's ours
Never been out the states but driving foreign cars
Buying out the bar, popping bottles
f*cking models, living life full throttle
Big straps in the back, the black desperado
Clap a n*gga, putting on a show like the Apollo
Smoking blunts, getting money, living life
Last real n*gga left and I'ma live it right
It wasn't easy, I was on the corner selling white
Trapping all night, n*ggas dropping weight like Kelly Price
[Hook]
My ex-girl told me that I wasn't sh*t
So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that b*tch
Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
Cost about a whole brick, so you know a n*gga
Stunting on these n*ggas, stunting on these hoes
Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
Tell me where the cash at then a n*gga good to go
I be stunting on these n*ggas, I be stunting on these hoes