Stunt

Gucci on 8s, 4s, deuces and sixes

30s, deuces, 34s ya trippin

Blowing horse ashantis

Fugates, bugattis, for ones, lambs

[Verse 1: Gucci]

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 are 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 say 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 hundreds

A birthday bash in Belgium and a Sunday show in London

I chill like Lauren London in my johnson is a luncheon

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

U 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 Gucci

[Chorus:]

I'm a stunt this summer, I'm a roll me a cup then stunt in front ya

Roll me a blunt cut the trunk up homie, then I stunt on homie [x2]

[Verse 2: Tracy T]

Gucci Gucci all summer, Louis all summer

I'm a I'm a stunt cause I just made me bout a 100

See the white charm? And see the necklace?

With no muscle, dat dude be flexin

I'm a got to Lenox, I'm a go to Saks

Cause I turned that 10 piece into like a 20 pack

My gun enormous, my suit like the hornet

None not gon mind to drive it was just parked em

I'm a stunt I'm a stunt cause I got money

Crack rock I can turn a thug into a junkie

Bitches I can get em with no problem and it's nothing

Told her I'm a stunt, I can get you out that Honda

9 millie, 40 cal, 4 5 dumper

For them niggas hating when a young nigga be stuntin

Stunt in front of em, stunt on homie

Nigga I'm a stunt stunt stunt...

[Chorus:]

I'm a stunt this summer, I'm a roll me a cup then stunt in front ya

Roll me a blunt cut the trunk up homie, then I stunt on homie [x2]

[Verse 3: Gucci]

Gucci got it, Gucci got it

But you know nothing about it

U still stuck in the projects with no money in yo pocket

I seen you at the party, u still ain't got no car yet?

U passenger seat of yo homeboy car, boy that's 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:]

I'm a stunt this summer, I'm a roll me a cup then stunt in front ya

Roll me a blunt cut the trunk up homie, then I stunt on homie [x2]