Stunt 101

Songs Title：stunt 101

I'll teach you how to stunt

My wrists stay rocked up

My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz

I'll teach you how to stunt

***** you can't see me

My bently GT got smoke-gray tints

I'll teach you how to stunt

My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm s*ining man

I'll teach you how to stunt

I see you scheming, ***** keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans

I'll teach you how to stunt

Seven series BM, Six series benz

Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims

All on one wheel when I'm on one of them

Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him

They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy

They like me better when I'm f****d up and ashy

My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace

Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me

And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold

As long as the VS bling, look at that light show

In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo

Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho

Banks is a sure thing, yall ****** might blow

I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low

Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee *****

Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me *****

I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin

But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?

Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum

Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one

On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking

So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in

Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect

Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck

I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches

Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers

I already figured out what to do with all my features

Decorate the bas***nt, full of street sweepers

When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us

We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us

Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt

Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

Chain so icy, you don't have to like me

In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes

I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days

The only thing changed is the numbers on the range

I bought me an old school and blew out the brains

The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain

My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing

And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game

Come on now, we all know gold is getting old

The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold

G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know

Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more

I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes

They never seen a dog setup on a car before

Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know

That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go