​​stunt4free** lyrics

[Intro: Riven & deviantcam]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Y-yeah, yeah
Woke up in that b*tch, and I get some shooters on me
b*tch, I got some sticks, I don't give a f*ck about society and sh*t
Get a hundred [?] with the face in this b*tch—
(Xaynor, you killed it)
Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, oh)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yеah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yеah

[Verse 1: Riven, deviantcam & Teller23]
Woke up in that b*tch, and I get some shooters on me
b*tch, I got some sticks, I don't give a f*ck about society and sh*t
Get a hundred [?] with the face in this b*tch
In the whip like Need for Speed, I'm finna take off with a b*tch
And I just copped some Rick
Yeah, my b*tch stunnin', flexin' harder than my b*tch (Woah, woah)
Yeah, my b*tch stunnin' and I'm tryna get rich
And I pull up all black, b*tch, I feel John Wick
Yeah, this ice on my neck, got me sneezin' like I'm sick, yeah
And I treat yo' b*tch like a dog, tell her, ''Sit'', huh
[Verse: Teller23]
30 in my cup (Woah), .30 on my hip (Woah)
b*tch, you know wassup, b*tch, you know I'm him
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm in the game like Mobile Legends
Yeah, speakin' to the b*tch, like I'm a reverend, uh
Say she into astrology, double seven
Now she on her needs, like Kinami, she pray to heaven

[Verse 2: Riven & deviantcam]
(Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' down on me, teach his ass a lesson (Oh)
Walkin' to the scene, damn, I can't stop flexin'
Yeah, I got that big dough, b*tch, I'm from Texas
You a b*tch, boy, you do not get reckless
And I'm gettin' new hoes, you just f*ckin' on my ex's (Yeah)
Make her pockets hurt, the way she bought my ass a neckless (Woah, woah)