Stunt on My Haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I fell in love with the paper
I fell in love with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters cause i know my haters is looking
I got these hoes on my dick and they on it because im good looking
I see the hate in they eyes i can tell by the way that they looking
I see the hate in they eyes i can tell by the way that they looking
I look at them then and i look at myself
Look at myself and start feeling my self
I hit the mall spend a grip on the belt
Niggas want beef but they buckle like belts
I come with heat any trouble i melt
Found out the people who change with the seasons
They just be hating and aint got a reason
Since niggas hating I'll give them a reason
I fuck your hoe just to give you a reason
I kill the flow just to give you a reason
I steal the show just to give you a reason
I let you know just to give you a reason
I had to sin just to give you a reason
I had to win just to give you a reason
I could just keep on just naming my reasons
But just being me is a big enough reason
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I fell in love with the paper
I fell in love with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I like to shit on my foes
They fall in love with my clothes
They think im smelling myself
Cause my head up like im raising my nose
Now i just chill
Smoke me a blunt just to stay on my toes
Fuck all my haters
Fuck all my haters
Yea im in my mode
Watch me explode
Live by the code
Most of these niggas do not
I learned the game
Anger through pain
Yea RIP to my pop
Im on my way to the top
Just in case you forgot
Either like it or not
Im popping these thermostats cause im hot
I had to shit on my haters
I had to treat them like paper
Burning my grass on the top floor
Fuck a equator
My destine is to be greater
Thats why im stacking my paper
Watch how i shit
Watch how i shit
Watch how i shit on hater
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I fell in love with the paper
I fell in love with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on these niggas cause niggas be thinking they fresh
You can just tell by the way that i dress
I dont buy it if the shit aint the best
I got some shit that aint even out yet
I got some music aint even out yet
I got some shoes that aint even out yet
I got some shoes that aint even out yet
I got my crew give a damn bout the rest
Fuck all the rest niggas aint that inclusive
Fuck anybody thats getting intrusive
This that exclusive no bottles of vodka
I just be hanging with models and mobbers
I just hanging with hustlers and robbers
I just be treating these women like boppers
I just be treating these women like boppers
I do my thing give a damn about coppers
Im in the whip and it zoom like a Mazda
I just might add a new hoe to my roster
I just might smoke on a blunt like rasta
I just might have the mind state of a mobster nigga
I just might take a 8 out on a date for some shrimp and some lobster
And stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I fell in love with the paper
I fell in love with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters cause i know my haters is looking
I got these hoes on my dick and they on it because im good looking
I see the hate in they eyes i can tell by the way that they looking
I see the hate in they eyes i can tell by the way that they looking
I look at them then and i look at myself
Look at myself and start feeling my self
I hit the mall spend a grip on the belt
Niggas want beef but they buckle like belts
I come with heat any trouble i melt
Found out the people who change with the seasons
They just be hating and aint got a reason
Since niggas hating I'll give them a reason
I fuck your hoe just to give you a reason
I kill the flow just to give you a reason
I steal the show just to give you a reason
I let you know just to give you a reason
I had to sin just to give you a reason
I had to win just to give you a reason
I could just keep on just naming my reasons
But just being me is a big enough reason
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I fell in love with the paper
I fell in love with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I like to shit on my foes
They fall in love with my clothes
They think im smelling myself
Cause my head up like im raising my nose
Now i just chill
Smoke me a blunt just to stay on my toes
Fuck all my haters
Fuck all my haters
Yea im in my mode
Watch me explode
Live by the code
Most of these niggas do not
I learned the game
Anger through pain
Yea RIP to my pop
Im on my way to the top
Just in case you forgot
Either like it or not
Im popping these thermostats cause im hot
I had to shit on my haters
I had to treat them like paper
Burning my grass on the top floor
Fuck a equator
My destine is to be greater
Thats why im stacking my paper
Watch how i shit
Watch how i shit
Watch how i shit on hater
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I fell in love with the paper
I fell in love with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
Im going dumb with the paper
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to stunt on these niggas cause niggas be thinking they fresh
You can just tell by the way that i dress
I dont buy it if the shit aint the best
I got some shit that aint even out yet
I got some music aint even out yet
I got some shoes that aint even out yet
I got some shoes that aint even out yet
I got my crew give a damn bout the rest
Fuck all the rest niggas aint that inclusive
Fuck anybody thats getting intrusive
This that exclusive no bottles of vodka
I just be hanging with models and mobbers
I just hanging with hustlers and robbers
I just be treating these women like boppers
I just be treating these women like boppers
I do my thing give a damn about coppers
Im in the whip and it zoom like a Mazda
I just might add a new hoe to my roster
I just might smoke on a blunt like rasta
I just might have the mind state of a mobster nigga
I just might take a 8 out on a date for some shrimp and some lobster
And stunt on my haters
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Writer(s): Carroll Fowlkes, Keyon Fowlkes
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