lirik lagu lil pudgy - stuntin shit
stuntin sh~t
quavo ~ yeah yeah , su su , cho
( xo think he all that )
( hook 1 )
2 tone whip just to match my wrist , looking like a snack lil bad lil b~tch , popping outside young n~gga feel rich , it’s a brand new glock when i added the switch , you know that it’s on me i look like a l!ck , came out the mud and then turned to a brick , super bowl carrots when i wear my wrist , that b~tch say she done she still on my d~ck , f~ck it we lit i’m going tactical walk with the stick , b~tch ima boss ain taking no sh~t , f~ck up the streets we gon f~ck up the city , reach in my pocket i pull out a 50 , i don’t got time for no b~tch in her feeling , i will go back to the trap in a minute , stand over the stove and get to the business, i’m leaning the pots in my left hand shifty
quavo ( verse )
celine , birkin, chanel ( chanaenae ) she working she playa got motion lil baby she h~ll , i put my n~ggas on forreal and ain’t going for nothing and we buckin on 12 ( f~ck 12 ) , i cross my fingers like i’m lying but n~gga this mobties sh~t forreal
quavo ( hook 2 )
2 tone whip just to match my wrist , looking like a snack lil bad lil b~tch , popping outside young n~gga feel rich , it’s a brand new glock when i added the switch , you know that it’s on me i look like a l!ck , came out the mud and then turned to a brick , super bowl carrots when i wear my wrist , that b~tch say she done she still on my d~ck , f~ck it we lit i’m going tactical walk with the stick , b~tch ima boss ain taking no sh~t , f~ck up the streets we gon f~ck up the city , reach in my pocket i pull out a 50 , i don’t got time for no b~tch in her feeling , i will go back to the trap in a minute , stand over the stove and get to the business, i’m leaning the pots in my left hand shifty
almighty jay ( verse )
( almighty uh )
go to the islands yo hoe coming with me , her chest was flat til i paid for her titties , cuban link gram like 5050 , this a maybach benz not a s550 , who f~cking with me let’s just be honest i put on my city , don’t know how many models i flew to my city , she got a new b~tt and started acting sadity i bust on her titties , let her wear my chain when i hit her , 20 thousand dollars she f~cking the gang if i giver 100 she leaving her n~gga , antetokounmpo the bucks getting bigger , 50 thousand dollars in these brand new amiris , put a b~tch out of my crib soon as she talk back she better off talking to siri , manifested all these racks that i’m having this sh~t ain’t no theory
quavo ( hook 3 )
2 tone whip just to match my wrist , looking like a snack lil bad lil b~tch , popping outside young n~gga feel rich , it’s a brand new glock when i added the switch , you know that it’s on me i look like a l!ck , came out the mud and then turned to a brick , super bowl carrots when i wear my wrist , that b~tch say she done she still on my d~ck , f~ck it we lit i’m going tactical walk with the stick , b~tch ima boss ain taking no sh~t , f~ck up the streets we gon f~ck up the city , reach in my pocket i pull out a 50 , i don’t got time for no b~tch in her feeling , i will go back to the trap in a minute , stand over the stove and get to the business, i’m leaning the pots in my left hand shifty
lil pudgy ( verse )
( fasho )
bad yellow bone hit my line everyday she wanna come play come eat up the meat , swear it’s a new b~tch every week , tuen a good girl straight to a freak , gotta put the work in sh~t ain’t free , pops told me do my thing so i did my thing now a n~gga got a n~gga finna hit a 3rd degree, i told her let’s go i told her it’s my time to blow with this paper i’m upping the score , she f~ck with my chain but i just be playing in her throat mane i need to go see johnny dang , and i’m just 1 of 1 the middle child the only son had to grind had to go get it done , ain’t got time for no fun i had to go get me a bag tell my son never worry bout funds , i spend a bag and lil ma dropped her draws , i’m a orthodontist how i be in her jaws , beat the kitty up suicides wall to wall , 25 thousand if i just wanna ball , if you popping your sh~t watch all these shooters with sticks , popping sh~t might get you hit , i come from the island we getting to the bag we ain’t wyling , we stamping in 706 ( fasho )
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