Stunt 101 (Explicit)

Yeah, uh-huh
(Stunt 101) yeah

I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, and my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga, keep on dreaming, I hurt you, man?
I'll teach you how to stunt (ah)

Seven series BM, six series Benz (uh-huh)
24 inches, Giovanni rims (yeah)
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin' a fool, that's him
They say I've changed, man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy (uh-huh)
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me

And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
'Long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say, "50 man, your sneaker look white yo"
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, y'all niggaz might blow
I'm fittin' to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga (Tenneckee nigga)
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me, nigga

I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, and my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga, keep on dreaming, I hurt you, man?
I'll teach you how to stunt

I've been sensing a lot of tension, now that I'm rappin'
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum (uh)
Different color coupes, but I'm in love with the black one
On point, 'cause you get RIP's when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new, but I demand some respect
'Cause I already wear your advance on my neck

I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' there's nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naw, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front

I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining, man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga, keep on dreaming, I hurt you, man?
I'll teach you how to stunt

Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nikes (what?)
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range (c'mon)
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains (baow!)
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain (baow!)
My sprewell's spinning, man, I'm doing my thing
And Whodi now in trouble now that you're in the game (uh)

Come on now, we all know gold is getting old (yeah)
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold (bling)
G-Unit homie, actin' like y'all don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more (ooh)
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me, dawg, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go, yeah

I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up, and my TV's pop-up in a Maybach Benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga, you can't see me, my Bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt you, man?
I'll teach you how to stunt (ah)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Denaun M. Porter
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