Soul - Stuntin' lyrics

[Intro] Best believe I get to stuntin, bad b**h wit me best believe I get to stuntin' n***a [Hook] Best believe I get to stuntin', bad b**h wit me best believe I get to stuntin' Real n***as wit me n you know we never frontin Couple hitters wit me if you dissin' then we bussin', you be thinkin I be braggin but to me it's really nothin' Bad b**h wit me best believe I get to stuntin' Real n***as wit me n you know we never frontin' Couple hitters wit me if you dissin' then we bussin', you be thinkin I be braggin' but to me it's really nothin' [Verse 1: Boy Flexx] n***a turn up, Golden Child wit me so you know we boutta burn up Eatin good, smokin potent, they hit me wit a foul I been sh**tin on opponents Ya b**h be wildin', when she be on it told her throw that p**y back just might call her in the mornin' I got her, p**y poppin while she p**y eatin' she told me pain is pleasure so a n***a had to beat her now I'm stuntin' [Hook] [Verse 2: Nellz GC] Racked up, feeling good I just filled my tank! My chick with me, I'm feeling good, I got my drank! It cost an arm and leg for the belt and watch! D and G, Louie V, plus Top Tens that I Rock! What you know bout it n***a grind, stacks piling Golden Child, but the watch platinum Well known for this nice rapping Bad chick, p**y lips fatter Your broad loose, and my b**h badder Zip your lip, I just k**ed this sh** Just leave you pissed, bad bladder! [Hook] [Verse 3] b**h I'm stuntin, they say I do the most but to me its really nothin' & I be coast to coast on the island where i struggled, couple day 1 n***as n some hoes smokin' muscles That's that strong we call it head bussa if a n***a talkin greasy let the eagle headbu*t 'em I'm the future ain't no f**in way around it I just walk up to the bar n point can't even pronounce but I'm stuntin Bad b**h wit me best believe I get to stuntin' real n***as wit me n you know we never frontin, lor b**h When I'm not around you be talkin that sh** you be talkin that sh** you be talkin that sh** but when I come around you ain't talkin bout sh** Man f** n***as yall b**h made I don't want for sh** my whole clique made Mentally k**in sh** since 6th grade, if I don't make it rappin I'm still gettin' paid Big boy sh** no Ving Rhames, big H belts LV shades All dirty money ain't drug money west ja breakin that cliche lor b**h..