Joey Fatts – Stunt lyrics

[Hook]
My ex-girl told me that I wasn't shit
So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that bitch
Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
Cost about a whole brick, so you know a nigga
Stunting on these niggas, stunting on these hoes
Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
Tell me where the cash at then a nigga good to go
I be stunting on these niggas, I be stunting on these hoes

[Verse 1]
Flexing on them niggas who be flexin'
All about my relish, getting lettuce is a fetish
Stunting on these niggas, shining got 'em jealous
Range Roves, twenty-fo's, chopping like propellers
Every day we stunt, turn a club into a movie
Bad bitches choosing up, like a verb, they wanna do me
Niggas out here hating so a nigga keep a toolie
Murking niggas, spark a blunt and slide off in the hooptie
Big bank take lil bank, X pills in the fish tank
Riding 'round with my pack of loud, they face frown 'cause my shit stank
Moving weight, shift states, flexing like I lift weights
Niggas hate that I stunt, and my money tall as Dikembe

[Hook]
My ex-girl told me that I wasn't shit
So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that bitch
Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
Cost about a whole brick, so you know a nigga
Stunting on these niggas, stunting on these hoes
Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
Tell me where the cash at then a nigga good to go
I be stunting on these niggas, I be stunting on these hoes


[Verse 2]
They know I stunt, I stunt hard
Young nigga, push the rock like a point guard
Got Pinky giving brain 'cause the world's ours
Never been out the states but driving foreign cars
Buying out the bar, popping bottles
Fucking models, living life full throttle
Big straps in the back, the black desperado
Clap a nigga, putting on a show like the Apollo
Smoking blunts, getting money, living life
Last real nigga left and I'ma live it right
It wasn't easy, I was on the corner selling white
Trapping all night, niggas dropping weight like Kelly Price

[Hook]
My ex-girl told me that I wasn't shit
So now I flex like Billy Blanks on that bitch
Chained to the back, slave days in my wrist
Cost about a whole brick, so you know a nigga
Stunting on these niggas, stunting on these hoes
Making thirty racks or mo' every time I hit the road
Tell me where the cash at then a nigga good to go
I be stunting on these niggas, I be stunting on these hoes