Chief Keef, Zaytoven - Stunt lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Zaytoven - Stunt lyrics]
Yeah, yeah fours, sixes, deuces and fifties
Balanos, Forgis, thirty-fours, you trippin'
Eight TVs ashantis
Ferraris, Bugattis, Mercelagos, Lambs
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Now I'm always spending
These bitches always grinning
If I send my youngins at ya then
I gave your ass a fifty
If I send DooWopski at ya then
He gave your ass a sixty
Put ya forehead in yo ass and
Leave your face plastered in pictures
I'm ridin' on Mounting Rushmore's
I'm rich like Richie Richie
You ain't gonna kick it? hold
On, hold on, ho, get busy
Want my brodie bridges when I
Stole them Honda Civics
Now my crib like a museum and
These bitches come to visit, ayy
Rolling Loud in LA because I
Can't go to London
I am from the Midwest but this
Bitch say I sound country
Say she gettin' money so we
'bout to have a contest
If you get more money, baby
Congrats on your success
You better wear a hardhat 'cause
These niggas out here stuntin'
Say her aspiration was to
Tour around the country
Try to get some money, honey, not on me
Lil' ugly i stunt all through the winter and
I ball out when it's sunny
I'ma stunt this summer
I'ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
Post on your block cut the trunk up, homie
Yeah 'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie, yeah
I'ma stunt this summer
I'ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
Post on your block cut the trunk up, homie
Yeah 'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie
Ferraris and Ferraris but you
Know nothin' 'bout it
You still stuck in the projects with
No money in yo' pocket
I seen you at the yachty
You still ain't got no car yet?
You finally sent your homeboy car, man
That shit crazy man, that's some deep shit
So I'ma say some weak shit
This bitch pussy so deep
Like a Chicago deep dish
Bitches in the Lambs, bitches in the 'Raris
Gang off the dope and bitches off the molly
Bitches in the lobby
We kickin' just like sake
I pull up Kawasaki-saki, Benihana, Hibachi
Sosa, Sosa, Sosa, call me Sosa DiBiase
Million Dollar Man, call me Sosa Lamborushi
Porsche 9-11 or the M6-50 rocket
All this fuckin' money
I'ma need like fifty pockets
Porsche 9-11 or the M6-50 rocket
So many rockets, don't make
Me shoot your partner, partner
Balanos, Forgis, thirty-fours, you trippin'
Eight TVs ashantis
Ferraris, Bugattis, Mercelagos, Lambs
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Now I'm always spending
These bitches always grinning
If I send my youngins at ya then
I gave your ass a fifty
If I send DooWopski at ya then
He gave your ass a sixty
Put ya forehead in yo ass and
Leave your face plastered in pictures
I'm ridin' on Mounting Rushmore's
I'm rich like Richie Richie
You ain't gonna kick it? hold
On, hold on, ho, get busy
Want my brodie bridges when I
Stole them Honda Civics
Now my crib like a museum and
These bitches come to visit, ayy
Rolling Loud in LA because I
Can't go to London
I am from the Midwest but this
Bitch say I sound country
Say she gettin' money so we
'bout to have a contest
If you get more money, baby
Congrats on your success
You better wear a hardhat 'cause
These niggas out here stuntin'
Say her aspiration was to
Tour around the country
Try to get some money, honey, not on me
Lil' ugly i stunt all through the winter and
I ball out when it's sunny
I'ma stunt this summer
I'ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
Post on your block cut the trunk up, homie
Yeah 'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie, yeah
I'ma stunt this summer
I'ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
Post on your block cut the trunk up, homie
Yeah 'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie
Ferraris and Ferraris but you
Know nothin' 'bout it
You still stuck in the projects with
No money in yo' pocket
I seen you at the yachty
You still ain't got no car yet?
You finally sent your homeboy car, man
That shit crazy man, that's some deep shit
So I'ma say some weak shit
This bitch pussy so deep
Like a Chicago deep dish
Bitches in the Lambs, bitches in the 'Raris
Gang off the dope and bitches off the molly
Bitches in the lobby
We kickin' just like sake
I pull up Kawasaki-saki, Benihana, Hibachi
Sosa, Sosa, Sosa, call me Sosa DiBiase
Million Dollar Man, call me Sosa Lamborushi
Porsche 9-11 or the M6-50 rocket
All this fuckin' money
I'ma need like fifty pockets
Porsche 9-11 or the M6-50 rocket
So many rockets, don't make
Me shoot your partner, partner