Folks Stuntin

Lyrics

[Intro] (Okay, Stuntman) (BeatGang) Alright (It's with a K, dumbass) (Stuntman) KrispyLife [Verse] I got a drum on me, but this ain't no beat thing Wear Gucci so much, the G's got my feet stained Made her squirtin' out my California, got a pee stain Niggas jewelry weak, y'all better off buyin' a keychain I tried to fuck hoes out the Motel 6 You ain't never been no shooter, you just hold the stick (You not no shooter) You don't turn up with the hoes, you just hold the fifth You could call and go down, you'd fold and snitch (Rat ass) Deuce in my pop hittin' like a linebacker I wanna know who you bank with and how you file taxes Don't ask me where the niggas who got deals, all mines taxin' Caught his ass gettin' out the shower, he done died ashin' Pull up with that roop roop like I'm with Muffler Man I'm on a different level of gettin' pussy, I don't fuck fans Oh, you must want to die if you touch Gramz If I was Martain, I would've left Gina and would've fucked Pam Get creative, start doin' hits with a flamethrower They callin' me the fireman like I brought Wayne over Yes, I did fuck that fat bitch, but she paid for it Niggas tryna swerve in it, but I'm still two lanes over She know I'm a Blood, so we gotta get it brackin', baby Them packets bust in her pussy, she done had an eighthy Split a one down the middle, I'd made a half a trey White family come and buy dope from me, I serve half the Bradys (Brady Bunch) Who Decides War on me, yeah, I'm into the fashion White buff boy, yeah, I'm into the glasses Hit a bitch with a weak BBL 'cause I'm into the asses Tried to nut on her face and some got in her dandruff Rich, but still'll post up at the liquor store (I will) 2013, I had zips, zips was wrote I had corns, kush and some other shit Your granddad ain't never smoked no marijuana like this Knock a nigga shit smooth off on his come up Bag I get in be deep, I gotta bungee jump Bitch thinkin' that's my dick, but really, that's the gun tucked I gotta keep myself clean, I don't hug sluts Tryna change my attitude, I'm done fightin' my bitches I don't really cuff nobody, I just wanna night my bitches Bitch asked me some crazy shit like, "Can you sign my kidneys?" (Man?) Like huh? How I'ma do that? Bitch, can't get shit out me, not even a fruit snack It's a trace, I ain't leave, most of y'all gotta move back I piss niggas off, I tell my— man I piss niggas off, tell Security they gotta move— Man, fuck Tell my Security tell all the pussy niggas they gotta move back Just bought two Five-SeveNs, they done ran me for like two racks (Two of 'em) If I wasn't rappin', boy, I'd move packs His booty little but it bounce, she gave me two claps If you beat the pussy good enough, she'd give you two claps (High bounce) I mean, she'll give you two daps And a high five (Yup) [Outro] And a head shake and a "good looking" (Yup) Haha, KrispyLife (Yup)