Gucci Mane – Stunt lyrics

Gucci on 8s, 4s, deuces and sixes
30s, deuces, 34s ya trippin
Blowing horse ashantis
Fugates, bugattis, for ones, lambs

Man I'm always stuntin, my money makin money
If I throw the dueces at ya then I showed yo ass a hundred
My soldiers all blunted, yo soldiers ain't nuthin
We'll put ya forehead in yo ass or put your hairline in yo stomach
I'm ridin on gary coleman I'm rich like mr. Truman
Whatchu doin willis? I said tryna make some money
I'm traveling around the country, I'm touring foreign countries
I'm drivin foreign cars and I'm knockin for honeys
A birthday bash in Belgium and a Sunday show in London
A chin like Lauren London in my johnson is a launchin
She say she got the munchies I'm a try to have a contest
See who has the fattest ass we'll see who go the hardest
You better wear a hard hat cause these bitches out here stuntin
Say they aspiration was to be a baby mama
Maybe get a baby hummer not on me lil mama
I ball out through the winter and I stunt all through the summer
Gucci

Chorus
Imma stunt this summer, imma a pour me a cup then stunt in front ya
Roll me a blunt cut the trunk up homie, then I stunt on homie x2

Gucci got it, Gucci got it
But you know nothing about it
You still stuck in the projects with no money in yo pocket
I seen you at the party, you still ain't got no car yet?
You passenger seat of yo homeboy car, more than his main bitch
Man that's some deep shit, some will say weak shit
Yo bitch pussy so deep, it make a nigga seasick
Larty's on fugates, lowy's on the mazze
Vette on Ashantis, bitches in the party
Bitches in the lobby, we kickin just like sake
Benihana sake sake monotoly backe
Gucci Gucci Gucci mane or call me Gucci race
Da million dollar man, call me Gucci deveoci
72 cutlass 350 rocket, so much money wish I had 50 pockets
72 cutlass 350 rocket, so many pockets, so many gualas gualas

Chorus
Imma stunt this summer, imma a pour me a cup then stunt in front ya
Roll me a blunt cut the trunk up homie, then I stunt on homie x2