"Hustle N Stunt" lyrics

(Haha, woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah)
(Woah)
Huh, uh-huh, yeah, huh, huh, uh-huh
(Woah)

I ain't come this far for nothin', bitch, I'm stuntin', uh-huh (Stuntin')
They can't match my hustle, while I'm on the PJ, countin' this money (Money)
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
And if I go ghost, I'm sorry, baby (I'm sorry)
I ain't actin' shady on you, I'm just focused on my paper (My pape')
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
This lil' bitch slim, no shady (Shady)
She say I look like Eminem, shit, I like chocolate flavor (Flavor)
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Down bad broke, that's why he hatin' (Hatin')
Huh, head to the bank and pull out a fire then sit on all my paper, huh (Fire, fire)

I'm in the booth with a twenty on me right now, four-five of them Dracs (Fuck)
Huh, uh-huh, off of the X, when I get to beatin' that back, we ain't takin' no breaks (Yeah)
Huh, uh-huh, baby girl say her legs hurt, let me get some of your face (Face)
Huh, the way that I'm grippin' her head, you think I been tryna get some of her lace (Lace)
Take her off, then pin her down, she might walk out with a brace
Huh, bought sis' a pink G-lock, 'cause I ain't finna let her walk 'round with no Mace (No way)
Fuck I look like Cam'ron? Still, we chop yo hands off
Wakin' up with blood on me, why I can't pop benzos
Ever since we lost bro, boy, it's been so damn cold (Ow, ow)
I stay with a heater, I won't never leave my hands cold (Ow, ow, ow)

Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I was down for so damn long
(Huh, uh-huh, I was down for so damn long)
They say it's war, they ain't even got money for ammo
(They say it's war, and ain't got money for ammo)
Tay Keith died, think that's when I lost my damn soul
(Tay Keith died, think that's when I lost my damn soul)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, uh-huh

Ridin' with a fully in the back of the truck (Truck)
Turn off the opps, they suck (Suck)
Pass her to bro, I don't even wanna fuck
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
They won't ever dare, I order my nuts
She want a dog, I told her I came out the pound, I show lil' mama a mutt
Huh, uh-huh, huh
I ain't come this far for nothin', bitch, I'm stuntin'
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah)
Walk around with a twenty, I spent that right on my mop
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, bling, blaow

I ain't come this far for nothin', bitch, I'm stuntin', uh-huh (Stuntin')
They can't match my hustle, while I'm on the PJ, countin' this money (Money)
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
And if I go ghost, I'm sorry, baby (I'm sorry)
I ain't actin' shady on you, I'm just focused on my paper (My pape')
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
This lil' bitch slim, no shady
She say I look like Eminem, shit, I like chocolate flavor (Flavor)
Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Down bad broke, that's why he hatin'
Huh, head to the bank and pull out a fire (Fire, fire), then sit on all my paper, huh