Stuntin sh*t lyrics

Stuntin sh*t


Quavo - Yeah Yeah , Su Su , Cho

( XO Think he all that )
( Hook 1 )

2 tone whip just to match my wrist , looking like a snack lil bad lil b*tch , popping outside young n*gga feel rich , it’s a brand new Glock when I added the switch , you know that it’s on me I look like a lick , came out the mud and then turned to a brick , Super Bowl carrots when I wear my wrist , that b*tch say she done she still on my di*k , f*ck it we lit I’m going tactical walk with the stick , b*tch ima boss ain taking no sh*t , f*ck up the streets we gon f*ck up the city , reach in my pocket I pull out a 50 , I don’t got time for no b*tch in her feeling , I will go back to the trap in a minute , stand over the stove and get to the business, I’m leaning the pots in my left hand shifty

Quavo ( Verse )

Celine , Birkin, Chanel ( Chanaenae ) she working she playa got motion lil baby she hell , I put my n*ggas on forreal and ain’t going for nothing and we buckin on 12 ( f*ck 12 ) , I cross my fingers like I’m lying but n*gga this mobties sh*t forreal


Quavo ( Hook 2 )

2 tone whip just to match my wrist , looking like a snack lil bad lil b*tch , popping outside young n*gga feel rich , it’s a brand new Glock when I added the switch , you know that it’s on me I look like a lick , came out the mud and then turned to a brick , Super Bowl carrots when I wear my wrist , that b*tch say she done she still on my di*k , f*ck it we lit I’m going tactical walk with the stick , b*tch ima boss ain taking no sh*t , f*ck up the streets we gon f*ck up the city , reach in my pocket I pull out a 50 , I don’t got time for no b*tch in her feeling , I will go back to the trap in a minute , stand over the stove and get to the business, I’m leaning the pots in my left hand shifty

Almighty Jay ( Verse )

( Almighty Uh )

Go to the islands yo hoe coming with me , her chest was flat til I paid for her titties , Cuban link gram like 5050 , this a maybach Benz not a S550 , who f*cking with me let’s just be honest I put on my city , don’t know how many models I flew to my city , she got a new butt and started acting sadity I bust on her titties , let her wear my chain when I hit her , 20 thousand dollars she f*cking the gang if I giver 100 she leaving her n*gga , Antetokounmpo the bucks getting bigger , 50 thousand dollars in these brand new amiris , put a b*tch out of my crib soon as she talk back she better off talking to Siri , manifested all these racks that I’m having this sh*t ain’t no theory

Quavo ( hook 3 )
2 tone whip just to match my wrist , looking like a snack lil bad lil b*tch , popping outside young n*gga feel rich , it’s a brand new Glock when I added the switch , you know that it’s on me I look like a lick , came out the mud and then turned to a brick , Super Bowl carrots when I wear my wrist , that b*tch say she done she still on my di*k , f*ck it we lit I’m going tactical walk with the stick , b*tch ima boss ain taking no sh*t , f*ck up the streets we gon f*ck up the city , reach in my pocket I pull out a 50 , I don’t got time for no b*tch in her feeling , I will go back to the trap in a minute , stand over the stove and get to the business, I’m leaning the pots in my left hand shifty

Lil Pudgy ( Verse )

( Fasho )

Bad yellow bone hit my line everyday she wanna come play come eat up the meat , swear it’s a new b*tch every week , tuen a good girl straight to a freak , gotta put the work in sh*t ain’t free , pops told me do my thing so I did my thing now a n*gga got a n*gga finna hit a 3rd degree, I told her let’s go I told her it’s my time to blow with this paper I’m upping the score , she f*ck with my chain but I just be playing in her throat mane I need to go see Johnny Dang , and I’m just 1 of 1 the middle child the only son had to grind had to go get it done , ain’t got time for no fun I had to go get me a bag tell my son never worry bout funds , I spend a bag and lil ma dropped her draws , I’m a orthodontist how I be in her jaws , beat the kitty up suicides wall to wall , 25 thousand if I just wanna ball , if you popping your sh*t watch all these shooters with sticks , popping sh*t might get you hit , I come from the island we getting to the bag we ain’t wyling , we stamping in 706 ( Fasho )