K-Slick - Stuntin lyrics

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Y'all just can’t fuck with us, hell na, hell na

And y'all ain't be on my level, hell na, hell na

They say K-Slick how you doin? I’m Just stuntin' on y'all

Na for real, how you doin? St-St-Stuntin’ on y’all (like)

Verse 1

And I ain’t even started doggie,

Don’t bother me when I’m on my shorty,

I want one of these and bring a 40,

From what I see y’all niggas corny,

I really mean y’all on my dick, so bitch get off,

You talking shit, I ain’t feelin it, I’ll break that jaw

(Uhhh)

Like 6,5,4, times runnin out gotta get it in,

Like Kev-ev-in no time to rest gotta play to win,

But yall pray pretend,

I mean 2 face niggas, call em hater friends,

Try to block your success, gotta place for them,

Still talkin bout these hater friends got hater wife and have hater kids.

Y’all pay for this, I go ape and shit, and I ain’t really one to brag,

I took a year off just to stack my cake now I got so much paper man,

All these fake homies textin me like man she shoulda stayed as friends,

I guess word kinda got around, I just won 20 g’s off the lakers fam.

Y’all ain’t even on that,

You can’t afford so you contact,

You drive around in yo mommas whip and you say that you on rap

I ain’t never seen you with a female dog, something just ain’t right,

I just bought my bitch a whip the other night and told her to shine with her nigga like.

Chorus

Y’all Just cant Fuck with us, hell na, hell na

And ya’ll ain’t be on my level, hell na, hell na

When I pull on that motor bike,

My bitch be strapped and holdin tight,

They callin me a showoff like

I’m talkin shit and startin fights

Y’all Just cant Fuck with us, hell na, hell na

And ya’ll ain’t be on my level, hell na, hell na

They say K-Slick how you doin? I’m just stuntin on yall

Na for real, how you doin? St-St-Stuntin on ya’ll (like)

Verse 2

The ask me how I’m doing, I’m well off, I’m well off,

But Slick what about your old bitch? She fell off, she fell off.

Come on what the fuck man, Don’t ask me bout that slut man,

I just feel bad for the next nigga cause ain’t a place on that bitch I didn’t nut man.

Like got damn I really mean that,

Got video tapes if you seen that,

Oh the memories that that brung back,

Thought you had me down but I sprung back,

Oh you thought it would be killin me? But now I see its killin you,

When you feel like a piece of shit when you see me stuntin and I ain’t feelin you.

You can leave me alone, stop talkin,

Stop callin, stop stalkin,

Stop textin , stop stressin,

I treat a hoe like a hoe, now learn your lesson.

Off that trick now on to the present, life’s on the rise now who would guessed it?

Using a message, when fools getting tested, like fuck the police once you get arrested.

Guns in the air if you feelin me,

I Got chefs in the kitchen got an eatery,

I Got big gardens call it greenery,

Make no mistake got my team with me.

They say Slick how you doin? I’m Just stuntin on yall

Na for real, how you doin? St-St-Stuntin on ya’ll (like)

Chorus

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Thanks to Dwayne