Stunt (feat. Can't Si Me)

Yeah, teach you how to stunt We rolling up blunts I'm driving with racks With stuff in the trunk Still dodging the cuffs Delivering runts Still bagging it up Don't know when I'm done I'm still going up My flow going up My bills counting cash I'm thumbing it up She loving my cash I ain't touch enough I'm still in my bag I still run it up To riches from rags I'm getting it up My bitches bought bags But still I don't trust No checking the tag It coming wit us No key how start My whip wit a clutch Not whipping from hard I still got it up They say it's to hard I ain't gave a f*ck I head for the stars So I'm looking up I'm holding it down They nothing like us So give me my crown For fucking it up I'm sending some rounds I can't keep it tucked I've been moving pounds I ain't letting up I run in my town Ain't catching no buzz I've been in my town They showing no love So I go serve me an all white dove I barely party but I'm in the club They say they love me for minimum yuh Yeah, I'm tryna ride She all in my coupe She thought I was lost I bought me a coupe I made me a boss I'm here to get loot I'm tryna make unbelievable moves I'm tryna ride She all in my coupe She thought I was lost I bought me a coupe I made me a boss I'm here to get loot I'm tryna make unbelievable moves Was in all in the plan To move how I move I lost me some grams and multiple too I counted some bands don't ask what I do Back bagging grams up not that dude Changed my plans up But I ain't been rude Mad I got bands up Ain't nothing new Put money in the name Since I started on the move Ain't never been the same Been reading all they moods Teach you how to stunt We rolling up blunts I'm driving with racks With stuff in the trunk Still dodging the cuffs Delivering runts Still bagging it up Don't know when I'm done I'm still going up My flow going up My bills counting cash I'm thumbing it up She loving my cash I ain't touch enough I'm still in my bag I still run it up I cannot trust me a thotty Every time I trust a thottie They turn a treesh Gotta keep hoes on a leash These hoes wanna go I'll show you the door you can leave You can hear pain in my voice when I speak When I sit in traps, make 15 a week Trap up north but I am from the east This bitch act up get left for the streets I'm so gang gang, we don't do the same thing Mandem would cook you, I know you can't maintain I ain't tripping about your pollie don't call me for help Claim that you a gangster buy a stick and slide on em yourself Most of them pussy they wouldn't shoot if it concerned them self How am I going to trust a man to shoot that's why I'm by myself Teach you how to stunt We rolling up blunts I'm driving with racks With stuff in the trunk Still dodging the cuffs Delivering runts Still bagging it up Don't know when I'm done I'm still going up My flow going up My bills counting cash I'm thumbing it up She loving my cash I ain't touch enough I'm still in my bag I still run it up