"Stunt 102" lyrics
TM88 & Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I love to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up everyday, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
(Ayy, ayy)
All this money on me, no Photoshop
Body look like a bottle of soda pop
She in my bed, I call her Goldilocks
President still, yeah, if you vote or not
YSL coat on, no curse
Smoking my opps, smoking on purp
Vacay for summer like Phineas and Ferb
She do her thing, she do a verb
Smoking on gas, smoking on flatulence
Niggas send threats, but ain't nothing happening
Got on my feet, gotta sleep in the trap again
Like Gina in a suit, call me a classic man
Me and my dawg, my nigga Toto
She ride like a horse, my boxers is Polo
Jump on a stick, she play with the pogo
She want the Sossboy, she want the logo
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I learn to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up everyday, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
Whip got horse like Kentucky derby
I got racks like Serena serving
Palms be itching, the money allergic
I get the bag, you rocking purses
She want the d, another dimension
Niggas want beef, just want attention
I'm with the family, I'm with the Griffin's
Livin' in tailor like London Tipton
Icy just like Zack and Cody
Hitting my bitch from the back, still smoking
Deep in her ocean, yes, be soaking
Niggas play games like we need tokens
Niggas still bluffing, shit is a joke now
All of these wins, I guess we can toast now
Sosshouse up next, we do the motown
Pull up with the fam, I make it a ghost town
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I love to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up everyday, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I love to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up everyday, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
(Ayy, ayy)
All this money on me, no Photoshop
Body look like a bottle of soda pop
She in my bed, I call her Goldilocks
President still, yeah, if you vote or not
YSL coat on, no curse
Smoking my opps, smoking on purp
Vacay for summer like Phineas and Ferb
She do her thing, she do a verb
Smoking on gas, smoking on flatulence
Niggas send threats, but ain't nothing happening
Got on my feet, gotta sleep in the trap again
Like Gina in a suit, call me a classic man
Me and my dawg, my nigga Toto
She ride like a horse, my boxers is Polo
Jump on a stick, she play with the pogo
She want the Sossboy, she want the logo
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I learn to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up everyday, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
Whip got horse like Kentucky derby
I got racks like Serena serving
Palms be itching, the money allergic
I get the bag, you rocking purses
She want the d, another dimension
Niggas want beef, just want attention
I'm with the family, I'm with the Griffin's
Livin' in tailor like London Tipton
Icy just like Zack and Cody
Hitting my bitch from the back, still smoking
Deep in her ocean, yes, be soaking
Niggas play games like we need tokens
Niggas still bluffing, shit is a joke now
All of these wins, I guess we can toast now
Sosshouse up next, we do the motown
Pull up with the fam, I make it a ghost town
Shall I proceed? (Woah)
Follow my lead (Woah)
I'm not in your draft class, 'cause boy I'm out your league (Woah)
Shout out to my math class, I love to count this cheese (Woah)
Like it's algebra (Woah)
My bitch sucking me, Count Dracula (Woah)
All black, V for Vendetta (Woah)
See me on the web, like tarantulas (Woah)
Run up everyday, I'm on my calendar (Woah)
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Jordan Jenks, Anton Martin Mendo, Javier Mercado, Jalan Anthony Lowe
