I Be Stuntin lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't playing with y'all n*ggas
Watch what y'all say on y'all motherf*cking tweets
Comments, statuses
Aye, boy b*tch ass n*ggas
Let's get it

[Chorus]
Cash Kidd, I be stuntin'
Yo' b*tch love black di*k so I'm f*ckin'

[Verse 1]
Then I’ma put her out on the porch
I'ma treat that b*tch like a pumpkin
Think she a bad b*tch, she ain’t nothing
She a rat b*tch why you cuffin'
Y'all n*ggas act rich but they bluffin'
All my n*ggas stack chips but not Funyons
Don't sneak diss if it’s beef b*tch
I pack clips and I’m bustin’
Bang, bang, bang n*gga, let it sang n*gga like
Michael Jackson and his brothers
'Cause all these n*ggas tryna stretch Mark
Like what a fat b*tch got on her stomach
Aye, my n*gga Jeff was a straight soldier
So any lame n*gga talkin' down on him
Then I’m on his head, it's game over
I'm with your b*tch and she bout to get my di*k
Hard as a rock like Jay Hova
So me and my n*ggas get in her walls
All in her walls but we ain't roaches
I got a couple n*ggas that's outta town
Pushin' keys like Beethoven
The rest of y’all n*ggas is f*ck n*ggas
Y'all f*ck n*ggas like Frank Ocean
Shout out to my n*gga Drehova
For the bread I spray toasters
I have my goons hoppin’ out of trucks like
That chinese n*gga off Hangover man
Y’all n*ggas so animated, the pop in my car
Like I’m at a station I run in your church while
The pastor prayin’, put your top in the air like
Graduation, buffs white, my glasses racist
b*tch bend over, I’m ‘bout to stab like Jason
She gave me head I came in her eye
She seen it coming like That’s So Raven
Gettin' money, turnin' up, f*ckin' b*tches
Just to kill time, n*gga my n*ggas
Is the real mob so slow it down like
A yield sign, that chopper sing like Jill Scott
Make your mama scream like Lil Jon
b*tch shut the f*ck up and give me brain
Like a scientist, I'm Bill Nye
Shout out to my real n*ggas, I don't
Give a f*ck about nothing else hoes get around
And what goes around, comes around
Like a f*cking belt, my n*gga what the hell
I'm doing me let me do my thang like I touch myself
Your money shorter than a f*cking elf
I’m so hot everything I touch
I melt 'cause I'm
[Chorus]
Cash Kidd, I be stuntin'
Yo' b*tch love black di*k so I'm f*ckin’

[Verse 2]
n*gga I’m Cash Kidd call me money
These n*ggas faker than catfish and it’s funny
Cuffin’ that rat b*tch you a dummy
Boy, I got a white girl with good head
She mop me up then go do my mans
I’m a pass that b*tch to Pootaman
I bust a nut then I do my dance
If it's beef we can shoot
Or get these hands n*gga don’t worry
‘Bout who my shooters is hit the strip club
And I threw some bands, in the air
Like Superman, b*tch I’m cold as ice, y’all n*ggas
Hotter than a bowl of rice, I swear, I got more hoes
Than dykes, she hop on the di*k
She ride it faster than a stolen bike
These hoes is trife, you cuffin’ that
Runner 'cause n*gga you live that lonely life
It’s my only life so it’s only right I’m on
Top of my cheese like a overbite
I'm tryna get it, n*gga, all my b*tches is exclusive
My pockets fat so when they see me they say
"How you doin'", Rasputia
I like older b*tches cause they know the business
Y'all n*ggas softer than a bowl of chicken
I pull up and y'all run in the house like Homer Simpson
At the first beginning, I’m sick and tired
Of these thirsty b*tches, thirsty hoes
Tryna get popped, on di*k knockers
I get guap b*tch you wasn’t with me on the
M Block you di*k suckin’ so sh*t, f*ck it I’ma
Slide in it like a flip flop, give you five minutes
When my time finished, let live hit it then b*tch bye
Used to walk the Henny's for a slice of pizza
f*ck a b*tch, put her out bye Felicia
It’s a good chance that I f*cked your b*tch then
I prolly passed her like a preacher
She smash brothers like Super Mario
Mama mia it was nice to meet ya'
All y’all n*ggas is pus*y and I ball yo' ass
Like gonorrhoea 'cause I’m
[Chorus]
Cash Kidd and I be stuntin’
Your b*tch love black di*k so I’m f*ckin’

[Verse 3]
If her ass stiff I don’t want it
Say naw [?] bring that ass here cause I’m horny
Spread your legs b*tch like Jordan
Man, what the f*ck is up with these weak n*ggas
Keep stressin’ over these freak b*tches
My pockets thick like Delicious
Y’all washed up like clean dishes
I peep n*ggas they sneak dissin’, better chill
'Cause I hang with a bunch of goons
If I want ‘em to, they’ll bust the tool
And send a n*gga to the upper room
Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence, b*tch give me head
‘Till tomorrow morning, I gotta pay to ride me, car insurance
I’m strapped up cause all these n*ggas
Tryin' to kill a kid like child abortion
I f*cked yo' b*tch, her pus*y was wack and her mouth was boring What you like her for? I’m Cash k-i-double d
Can’t f*ck with me, who the f*ck is he?
He’s the all brand n*gga tryin' to jump in beef
So he can get a buzz like a bumblebee
I’m chillin’ tho, YP with me he sippin’ slow
This drink purple, I stay Snapple like a mean turtle
I’m geeked up, Steve Urkel
Your b*tch can’t get sh*t from me, not a cent from me, not a cheeseburger
And if any n*gga come trippin’ I let them
Choppers sing, choir rehearsal
I got hella bands, hella bands [?] these Tru Religions
Try to rob me, don’t do it n*gga
I got a lotta guns like Stewie Griffin
Don’t ever cuff these choosin’ b*tches
'Cause whoever winnin’ that’s who she pickin’
f*cked yo' b*tch to some New Edition
Tear that sh*t up like a movie ticket
My b*tch bad she need school detention
I nail that b*tch like crucifixion
I don’t even smoke but my n*ggas ridin’ ‘round
With that Keisha like Bobby Gibson 'cause I’m
[Outro]
Cash Kidd I be stuntin’
Yo' b*tch love black di*k so we runnin’, f*ck it
b*tch, my name been buzzin’, I got a Chinese b*tch
That look like Jeremy Lin cousin
I’m Cash Kidd and I been stuntin’