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Show ya how to stunt
Show ya how to stunt
Show ya how to stunt (we thought we told y'all niggas)
Show ya niggas how to stunt on 'em
Show ya how to stunt
Show ya how to stunt
What, you didn't believe us?
Got slave whip money, can't choose which one
Might go chip something, can't choose which gun
Don't do no cuffin', go when night come
No, you can't be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck about where a nigga from
Chopper in the trunk with a 100 in the drum
Mob a nigga up, then I'm headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me slippin', you're a bum
Run it up, run it up, no, them niggas not with us (niggas not with us)
She got freckles, I got cookies, tell them bitches, "Come with us"
Got that house on the hilly, lean like a double cup
Clean like my stubble cut (nah)
I will never give a fuck
Got the blower in the bluff
PV, servin' tennis like a motherfuckin' cluck
If you ridin', buckle up (duh)
Niggas dyin' if I'm touched
Big G's, big C's, if you cussin', throw it up
Niggas marked out (yeah)
Nigga pipe down
I don't fight hoes
I don't buss down
I don't like those
I like big wheels
You ain't got those (no)
This a fuckin' movie with big rolls
I'll show you how to stunt (whoa)
Show you how to stunt, nigga
Show you how to stunt
Show you niggas how to stunt
In the left side, I'll show you how to stunt
In the right side, I'll show you how to stunt (yeah)
Bitch, I got a jelly bean, kelly green Rolls
And the guts off-white like a jalapeño
Leather hot in here, shit make Nelly sing songs
Big pearls on the belt make my belly seem swole
I'm watchin' Queen Gambit, lookin' like an extra
Different color chess pieces hangin' from my necklace (bleh)
Stones too heavy, give me red neck Texas
I cover it with scarves in the closet like my exes
Fiat 151, bitch this ain't a Lexus
Third gear got me drivin' like I got a death wish
Small Italian town, hittin' wheelies on a Vespa
Stamps on my passport is longer than a lecture (y'all ready?)
Handshake from God and some explainable etceteras
Is what the fuck you gon' need if you tryna catch up
Nigga, I'm a big dog, bunnyhop
Big leaps, big frog reach
Guaranteeing that you're leaving in a stretcher, nigga
Nigga pipe down
I don't fight hoes
I don't buss down
I don't like those
I like big wheels
You ain't got those (no)
This a fuckin' movie with big rolls
I'll show you how to stunt
Show you how to stunt, nigga
Show you how to stunt
Show you niggas how to stunt
In the left side, I'll show you how to stunt
In the right side, I'll show you how to stunt (you niggas ain't stuntin' right)
Niggas wanna join us because they can't beat us
In the motorcade, playin' follow the leader
Back the fuck up off me dog (let me explain real stuntin' for you)
Back the fuck up off me dog (talkin' million dollar payments)
Multi-million dollar auction houses (show you how to stunt, show you how to stunt)
These are numbers you niggas never seen before (show you how to stunt, show you how to stunt)
(Show you how to stunt) stunt 101, nigga (yo)
It's the T-Y, comma, motherfuckin' Creator (whoa)
Me and Flacko Jodye been gettin' green by the acre
Sleeve by Cartier, texture is alligator
Wipe your feet on that doormat before you speak (whoa)
How you tell us that you real, but you stay off the meds? (Liar)
How you got no house keys, but you show off Patek? (Whoa, priorities)
How you call that girl a ho but got 10 baby mamas? (Hypocrite)
How you claim you're free thinkin', but be preaching the Bible?
'Cause all you pussy ass niggas think you're so damn hard (so damn hard)
'Cause you got a big blower, nigga you ain't God (you ain't God)
Got the same old watch
Y'all fuck the same old bitches (I'm pretentious)
Y'all buy the same old cars
Y'all take the same old pictures
Make the same old threats (stupid) (y'all niggas regular)
Tell the same old business
See y'all the gay ones, y'all do it to impress those niggas
But I'ma mind my business (y'all niggas gay), like explosives getting tossed
Y'all can keep y'all fingers crossed, call me when you get lost, bitch
Call me if you get lost
By now, we've shown you the way