STUNT!

Why the f*ck would you think that I'm fucking with opps We cook yo' shit up right here at the spot I don't cook with my brothers, we stirrin' the pot Have em' shit at the sight of a dot on the glock You a internet goof, we don't know your opps Yeah we killing the snake, you a crook with a cop If you talking on me, yeah that shit get you popped, Smoked in the bathroom and left out to rot, Who the f*ck in your blood that you smoke, I'ma put you and him in the same type of throat, Y'all the same, still broke as a joke He can think that he tough till he die by the pope Why he think he can never be touched All that talk in the neck cause you left in a dutch How you simp for a bitch, you a munch Why I see it all day, I don't think it's a hunch , Aye jah, i sent him to heaven, If he talk on the dead, they can meet at 11, To a sauna and see him at 7, All the money come first and his life come in second, Smoking his dead in a mufuckin' blunt, F*ck his bitch from the back but I won't give a front, Start cover these hoes cause y'all love me to hunt, If I'm evil Knievel your bitch finna stunt Aight' Yo' bitch finna stunt, all in her belly I'm all in her guts Boom Smoking your mans' at the deli, he dust If I'm catchin' him lackin' his pockets a must Yeah his pockets a must Grraa Yeah his pockets a must Gang, gang, gang gang, Bitch Mansion be stinking its reekin' a runts Aiight' They be calling me privileged, I don't give a f*ck Mansion is stinking, it's reekin a runtz' 5, 5 Point 0 rolled up in a blunt When I'm looking at ashes, I think of your cuz' Yeah he dead Aight' Niggas so broke in New York he a bum Age 15 but you still my son, one hand on the wheel, one hand on the drum When I'm spinning the block while I'm looking for fun Nigga riding on cock, fruity as a plum Aight' Yeah you thought I was done Nahhh Aight' Yeah Yo' bitch finna stunt, all in her belly I'm all in her guts Smoking your mans' at the deli, he dust If I'm catchin' him lackin' his pockets a must Boom They be calling me privileged, I don't give a f*ck Mansion is stinking, it's reekin a runtz' 5, 5 Point 0 rolled up in a blunt When I'm looking at ashes, I think of your cuz' Yeah he dead Niggas so broke in New York he a bum Age 15 but you still my son One hand on the wheel One hand on the drum