Stunt PT 3 (Final Stunt) lyrics

[Intro]
(Jac, run this motherf*cker up)
(Alfio, [?] beat)

[Verse: M Row & Sdot Go]
This the last mission I'm willin' to speak on
Look-look-lookin' for someone to tweak on
Creep, tryna see who I can sneak on
Got a new TEC, tryna use this technique on
Bad b*tch shakin', like, come get your freak on
I know I been buggin', I'm gettin' my geek on
Dizzy, spinnin' for damn near a week long
This what y'all want, did the "Stunt PT 3" song
Me and T-Roy, we was spinnin' on Broadway
Word to my mother, done did drills broad day
Can't wait 'til you see me, that's what they all say
That's why lil' shh got clapped in his hallway
He ain't know we was there, right in his doorway
But he ran into shh, he went the wrong way
Spinnin' through all night, spinnin' through all day
Eight in the clip, I'm throwin' all eight
Amsterdam Ave and we lettin' it blam
Free Brah Boom, Mr. G Don't Jam
Clear crowds, watch how we makin' 'em scram
Got tagged in his stomach, he was yellin' like, "Damn"
Light on the gun, sh*t look like a lamp
Gotta do a few drills if you joinin' this camp
Oh, wait, my name will forever be stamped
Sav got tagged, hold his shot like a cramp
On 89 where them n*ggas hang
I be outside with that thing
Push up, watch how I'm lettin' it bang
Like, it just be me and my gang
Shots, bullets, lettin' it rain
sh*t be connectin', not shootin' no blank
Your startin' five, that's who you bring
Only two out the five I got really give rain
EK tried to run and he got shot
What? n*ggas know what happened after
I'm keepin' it P, I'm not makin' it hot
But after he left, I was filled up with laughter
Me and EK spanked Ra by the lot
Crashed 'em, sh*t really was a disaster
Nazzy was runnin', he must've forgot
n*ggas kept on flickin', he fell, runnin' faster
Now I'm right here tryna spin through Columbus
Posted right here on the Ave
I'm still on the West and I don't need a compass
In the same spot where they flocked down Sav
They know that I'm Ed, I spin with the dumbness
Now we up the block where Relly got tagged
Opp b*tch outside lookin' all scrumptious
I'm just tryna f*ck, put a broom in her ass
Oh sh*t, I'm back on Central
I'm back again, really losin' my mental
Big body spinnin', not doin' no rental
Still gotta spin when I rock presidential
I could show you the basics, and fundamentals
But I'm keepin' it P and the P confidential
We not doin' no hits, that would be accidental
Bullets lookin' like pencils and other utensils
I'm by 100, by the precinct
If they hear shots then they all runnin' out
Like, how many shots have we sent?
Spin off, quick, now I'm changin' my route
From the past, down to recent
sh*t been real before rappin' and clout
All the opp b*tches I f*cked, they was decent
Not sayin' names 'cause you know it's account
Now I'm by West and I came from the dead-end
Had to just change up the setting
Like, what you not gettin'?
[?] was runnin', that n*gga was sweatin'
sh*t get me tight, sh*t is upsettin'
That all of y'all n*ggas just really forgettin'
Ted got tagged and the bullets was shreddin'
Hollow went through and his body is spreadin'
Ballin' on 6th where Ootz got tagged at
n*gga look crazy, boy look like a lab rat
I still get food where that n*gga got stabbed at
And I still be right there where lil' Kenny got jabbed at