Stunt lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yeah, yeah
Fours, sixes, deuces and fifties
Balanos, Forgis, thirty-fours, you trippin'
Eight TVs ashantis
Ferraris, Bugattis, Mercelagos, Lambs
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Now I'm always spending, these b*tches always grinning
If I send my youngins at ya then I gave your ass a fifty
If I send DooWopski at ya then he gave your ass a sixty
Put ya forehead in yo ass and leave your face plastered in pictures
I'm ridin' on Mounting Rushmore's, I'm rich like Richie Richie
You ain't gonna kick it? hold on, hold on, ho, get busy
Want my brodie bridges when I stole them Honda Civics
Now my crib like a museum and these b*tches come to visit, ayy
Rolling Loud in LA because I can't go to London
I am from the Midwest but this b*tch say I sound country
Say she gettin' money so we 'bout to have a contest
If you get more money, baby, congrats on your success
You better wear a hardhat 'cause these n*ggas out here stuntin'
Say her aspiration was to tour around the country
Try to get some money, honey, not on me, lil' ugly
I stunt all through the winter and I ball out when it's sunny
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'ma stunt this summer, I'ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
Post on your block cut the trunk up, homie, yeah
'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie, yeah
I'ma stunt this summer, I'ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
Post on your block cut the trunk up, homie, yeah
'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ferraris and Ferraris but you know nothin' 'bout it
You still stuck in the projects with no money in yo' pocket
I seen you at the yachty, you still ain't got no car yet?
You finally sent your homeboy car, man, that sh*t crazy
Man, that's some deep sh*t, so I'ma say some weak sh*t
This b*tch pus*y so deep, like a Chicago deep dish
b*tches in the Lambs, b*tches in the 'Raris
Gang off the dope and b*tches off the molly
b*tches in the lobby, we kickin' just like sake
I pull up Kawasaki-saki, Benihana, Hibachi
Sosa, Sosa, Sosa, call me Sosa DiBiase
Million Dollar Man, call me Sosa Lamborushi
Porsche 9-11 or the M6-50 rocket
All this f*ckin' money, I'ma need like fifty pockets
Porsche 9-11 or the M6-50 rocket
So many rockets, don't make me shoot your partner, partner