Big Tymers, Turk, B.G. - Let Us Stunt lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Tymers, Turk, B.G. - Let Us Stunt lyrics]
I got that work (For sure)
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
Cause I'ma put that work on your life
Lil' one (too low to hear if you're
Shined out with a nigga) it ain't no secret
I'm that nigga, Baby
But my niggas, they call me Atrice
Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average
On another level, nigga - millionaire status
Just bought two mansions: one in Florida
One in Dallas i'm a boss nigga
Buy whatever, don't give a
Fuck 'bout the cost, nigga
I like to floss, nigga
It ain't no secret: I'm
The number-one stuntman
You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk
Man i'm a OG shot caller - Big Tymer
Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver
Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider
Don't test the water - look
Believe B'll ride
Nigga, I'm a millionaire
Tote two guns cause I've been there
Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there
I'm fuckin' all these hoes
Y'all better believe!
And I'm tellin' the next rappin'
Bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie
Bitches say we stunt too much (much)
It's okay cause we can back it up (up)
Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)
Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)
(Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate
Checkmate)
Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know
But I can do that i pull up, top down on
A Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"
Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a HB
Cause don't nobody stunt like
Them niggas from CMB
Baby had me reppin' since I
Was in the sixth grade
Cause niggas wonder how I'm
Eighteen and already made
I done been through it - from
Bustin' heads to doin' time
Now I'm on that level to where
I got the right to shine
Me and my clique hit the
Scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's wrist, neck
And ears just shoutin' blingbling
We be thuggin' to the fullest
- stay handlin' hoes cause all of 'em the
Same: straight scandalous hoes
I ain't trippin' - they can ride
In the whip with a nigga
But put your head down and donate
Your lips to a nigga
Tossin' bitches is a hobby cause
Me and my niggas share
Gotta respect that's the life for
This Cash Money Millionaire
(What, what, what) i know y'all sayin'
"Look here - what the fuck is that?"
A Space Shuttle
Lil' daddy - made by Cadillac
Take that other shit out
And put Corinthian leather
Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather
They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit
They go, "O-o-o ooh!"
You diggity? Just don't quit
I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll
I like 'em on their head in
The bed against the wall
Turbo-charged dick slinger pussy banger
Pain-bringer nasty in-and-out finger
See that girl that you're with
- I did that shit
Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch
Last year: helicopter playa - hello
This year: plushed-out
Pimped-out Space Shuttle
You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do
And if you're a real hot girl
You'll let me fuck your crew
For real, though
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
(Let us) what, nigga? Let us do what we do
Big Tymers: B-3, Mannie Fresh bG
Hot Boys cash Money
Juvie, Lil Weezy suga Slim and his bitch
(Lil Turk, Nigga)
CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me
How ya lovin' that?
Nigga, how ya lovin' that?
Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
Cause I'ma put that work on your life
Lil' one (too low to hear if you're
Shined out with a nigga) it ain't no secret
I'm that nigga, Baby
But my niggas, they call me Atrice
Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average
On another level, nigga - millionaire status
Just bought two mansions: one in Florida
One in Dallas i'm a boss nigga
Buy whatever, don't give a
Fuck 'bout the cost, nigga
I like to floss, nigga
It ain't no secret: I'm
The number-one stuntman
You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk
Man i'm a OG shot caller - Big Tymer
Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver
Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider
Don't test the water - look
Believe B'll ride
Nigga, I'm a millionaire
Tote two guns cause I've been there
Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there
I'm fuckin' all these hoes
Y'all better believe!
And I'm tellin' the next rappin'
Bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie
Bitches say we stunt too much (much)
It's okay cause we can back it up (up)
Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)
Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)
(Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate
Checkmate)
Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know
But I can do that i pull up, top down on
A Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"
Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a HB
Cause don't nobody stunt like
Them niggas from CMB
Baby had me reppin' since I
Was in the sixth grade
Cause niggas wonder how I'm
Eighteen and already made
I done been through it - from
Bustin' heads to doin' time
Now I'm on that level to where
I got the right to shine
Me and my clique hit the
Scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's wrist, neck
And ears just shoutin' blingbling
We be thuggin' to the fullest
- stay handlin' hoes cause all of 'em the
Same: straight scandalous hoes
I ain't trippin' - they can ride
In the whip with a nigga
But put your head down and donate
Your lips to a nigga
Tossin' bitches is a hobby cause
Me and my niggas share
Gotta respect that's the life for
This Cash Money Millionaire
(What, what, what) i know y'all sayin'
"Look here - what the fuck is that?"
A Space Shuttle
Lil' daddy - made by Cadillac
Take that other shit out
And put Corinthian leather
Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather
They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit
They go, "O-o-o ooh!"
You diggity? Just don't quit
I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll
I like 'em on their head in
The bed against the wall
Turbo-charged dick slinger pussy banger
Pain-bringer nasty in-and-out finger
See that girl that you're with
- I did that shit
Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch
Last year: helicopter playa - hello
This year: plushed-out
Pimped-out Space Shuttle
You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do
And if you're a real hot girl
You'll let me fuck your crew
For real, though
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
(Let us) what, nigga? Let us do what we do
Big Tymers: B-3, Mannie Fresh bG
Hot Boys cash Money
Juvie, Lil Weezy suga Slim and his bitch
(Lil Turk, Nigga)
CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me
How ya lovin' that?
Nigga, how ya lovin' that?
Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?