Stunt
Yeah, teach you how to stunt
We rolling up blunts
I'm driving with racks
With stuff in the trunk
Still dodging the cuffs
Delivering runts
Still bagging it up
Don't know when I'm done
I'm still going up
My flow going up
My bills counting cash
I'm thumbing it up
She loving my cash
I ain't touch enough
I'm still in my bag
I still run it up
To riches from rags
I'm getting it up
My bitches bought bags
But still I don't trust
No checking the tag
It coming wit us
No key how start
My whip wit a clutch
Not whipping from hard
I still got it up
They say it's to hard
I ain't gave a fuck
I head for the stars
So I'm looking up
I'm holding it down
They nothing like us
So give me my crown
For fucking it up
I'm sending some rounds
I can't keep it tucked
I've been moving pounds
I ain't letting up
I run in my town
Ain't catching no buzz
I've been in my town
They showing no love
So I go serve me an all white dove
I barely party but I'm in the club
They say they love me for minimum yuh
Yeah, I'm tryna ride
She all in my coupe
She thought I was lost
I bought me a coupe
I made me a boss
I'm here to get loot
I'm tryna make unbelievable moves
I'm tryna ride
She all in my coupe
She thought I was lost
I bought me a coupe
I made me a boss
I'm here to get loot
I'm tryna make unbelievable moves
Was in all in the plan
To move how I move
I lost me some grams and multiple too
I counted some bands don't ask what I do
Back bagging grams up not that dude
Changed my plans up
But I ain't been rude
Mad I got bands up
Ain't nothing new
Put money in the name
Since I started on the move
Ain't never been the same
Been reading all they moods
Teach you how to stunt
We rolling up blunts
I'm driving with racks
With stuff in the trunk
Still dodging the cuffs
Delivering runts
Still bagging it up
Don't know when I'm done
I'm still going up
My flow going up
My bills counting cash
I'm thumbing it up
She loving my cash
I ain't touch enough
I'm still in my bag
I still run it up
I cannot trust me a thotty
Every time I trust a thottie
They turn a treesh
Gotta keep hoes on a leash
These hoes wanna go
I'll show you the door you can leave
You can hear pain in my voice when I speak
When I sit in traps, make 15 a week
Trap up north but I am from the east
This bitch act up get left for the streets
I'm so gang gang, we don't do the same thing
Mandem would cook you, I know you can't maintain
I ain't tripping about your pollie don't call me for help
Claim that you a gangster buy a stick and slide on em yourself
Most of them pussy they wouldn't shoot if it concerned them self
How am I going to trust a man to shoot that's why I'm by myself
Teach you how to stunt
We rolling up blunts
I'm driving with racks
With stuff in the trunk
Still dodging the cuffs
Delivering runts
Still bagging it up
Don't know when I'm done
I'm still going up
My flow going up
My bills counting cash
I'm thumbing it up
She loving my cash
I ain't touch enough
I'm still in my bag
I still run it up
We rolling up blunts
I'm driving with racks
With stuff in the trunk
Still dodging the cuffs
Delivering runts
Still bagging it up
Don't know when I'm done
I'm still going up
My flow going up
My bills counting cash
I'm thumbing it up
She loving my cash
I ain't touch enough
I'm still in my bag
I still run it up
To riches from rags
I'm getting it up
My bitches bought bags
But still I don't trust
No checking the tag
It coming wit us
No key how start
My whip wit a clutch
Not whipping from hard
I still got it up
They say it's to hard
I ain't gave a fuck
I head for the stars
So I'm looking up
I'm holding it down
They nothing like us
So give me my crown
For fucking it up
I'm sending some rounds
I can't keep it tucked
I've been moving pounds
I ain't letting up
I run in my town
Ain't catching no buzz
I've been in my town
They showing no love
So I go serve me an all white dove
I barely party but I'm in the club
They say they love me for minimum yuh
Yeah, I'm tryna ride
She all in my coupe
She thought I was lost
I bought me a coupe
I made me a boss
I'm here to get loot
I'm tryna make unbelievable moves
I'm tryna ride
She all in my coupe
She thought I was lost
I bought me a coupe
I made me a boss
I'm here to get loot
I'm tryna make unbelievable moves
Was in all in the plan
To move how I move
I lost me some grams and multiple too
I counted some bands don't ask what I do
Back bagging grams up not that dude
Changed my plans up
But I ain't been rude
Mad I got bands up
Ain't nothing new
Put money in the name
Since I started on the move
Ain't never been the same
Been reading all they moods
Teach you how to stunt
We rolling up blunts
I'm driving with racks
With stuff in the trunk
Still dodging the cuffs
Delivering runts
Still bagging it up
Don't know when I'm done
I'm still going up
My flow going up
My bills counting cash
I'm thumbing it up
She loving my cash
I ain't touch enough
I'm still in my bag
I still run it up
I cannot trust me a thotty
Every time I trust a thottie
They turn a treesh
Gotta keep hoes on a leash
These hoes wanna go
I'll show you the door you can leave
You can hear pain in my voice when I speak
When I sit in traps, make 15 a week
Trap up north but I am from the east
This bitch act up get left for the streets
I'm so gang gang, we don't do the same thing
Mandem would cook you, I know you can't maintain
I ain't tripping about your pollie don't call me for help
Claim that you a gangster buy a stick and slide on em yourself
Most of them pussy they wouldn't shoot if it concerned them self
How am I going to trust a man to shoot that's why I'm by myself
Teach you how to stunt
We rolling up blunts
I'm driving with racks
With stuff in the trunk
Still dodging the cuffs
Delivering runts
Still bagging it up
Don't know when I'm done
I'm still going up
My flow going up
My bills counting cash
I'm thumbing it up
She loving my cash
I ain't touch enough
I'm still in my bag
I still run it up
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Writer(s): Taylen Lang
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