[Intro]
Fuck these dumbass hoes
Yea
[Verse 1]
Man these hoes get on my nerves real shit
Real nigga but it's hard to find a real bitch
Loose ass, trife ass, broke ass, dumb bitch
No kiss, you can't get shit
Not a crumb bitch
Fuck hoes real shit
Bouta take my bitch shoppin, buy her new clips
With some lil grimey niggas and they steal shit
Real street more bricks than a building
I can hit any bitch that's on cash
Cuz all they take is cash
Four trucks all black black mask black mat
Bust a nut its all bad
Fuck yo face all ass
I be trappin wit them trappers in the cut all slabs I got trus on
Big stictch 10 in the loud pat
Front boy run take 10 wit him
Fall off bounce right back less than 10 minutes
Trust none jackboy if he move kill em
[Verse 2]
I been doin' this shit I ain't no fuckin rookey
If its money on the flo we cancel all pussy
Nigga you ain't with that shit we don't fuck with pussies
Nigga you ain't with that shit you can't fuck with me
Fuck bitches buss guns stack a lot of cheese
We be up all night we don't fuck wit sleep
Nigga I'm so sleeze I fucked yo main squeeze
And these niggas so sick they can't stand me
How dare these niggas talk down on me
Have some killers on yo ass make it hard to sleep
Glock 30 wit' a 40 stop yo heart from beatin'
I'll take everything and make it hard to eat
Bitch its big ju
Yea big ju
These fuck niggas catch bullets and these bitches too
This shit real nigga
Ain't nobody safe
Betta take yo ass to church nigga betta pray
[Verse 3]
I fell and now I'm back and niggas mad
When I was down everybody switched the shit was sad
It turned me to a savage and I put that on cash
20 bands once the lick slit
Don't even ask
I heard niggas talking down on me to the hoes
I swear I'm goin' crazy can't trust a fuckin soul
Shoutout to my ex man she did a nigga bold
But i learned my lesson quick neva trust anotha' hoe
I was down on my knuckles now I'm back maintainin'
Went and copped some ice now I'm back chain swangin'
Glock stay wit me like chief in bang bangin'
Talkin catch em out in traffic imma catch em lane swangin'
[Verse 4]
I woke up got dressed and got straight to it
Called the plug got a bag and ran straight thru it
And I'm tired of niggas lyin' like they bus buddha
Call them hotboyz up bitch they really shootin'
Niggas hoes I can prove it call a cop and plea
See me in the streets we ain't friends bitch don't talk to me
Come and cop from me
Or you can cop from skeez
Call the 808 if I ain't got it you can cop from keese
Can't get shit from me
But some dick from me
Bitch I hit you quick kicked you out go get hit by d
Stunthard almighty chase the fuckin cheese
Go crazy hot boys that's my fuckin team
[Verse 5]
Put the money on the flo cuz I need that
If the 40 in my hand imma squeeze that
Hit the lick quick we can split it up
If the spot get hot we can switch it up
Shots getting fired now you bitchin up
Call the hook to my crib now you snitchin' huh
Imma stunthard nigga tell yo mans that
Shootin shots while you runin' at yo mans back
Aimin at his teeth he can tell that
Smoke a lotta loud you can smell that
Fuck you talking bout I got my own shit
I ain't fuckin wit you niggas got my own clique
Fuck these dumbass hoes
Yea
[Verse 1]
Man these hoes get on my nerves real shit
Real nigga but it's hard to find a real bitch
Loose ass, trife ass, broke ass, dumb bitch
No kiss, you can't get shit
Not a crumb bitch
Fuck hoes real shit
Bouta take my bitch shoppin, buy her new clips
With some lil grimey niggas and they steal shit
Real street more bricks than a building
I can hit any bitch that's on cash
Cuz all they take is cash
Four trucks all black black mask black mat
Bust a nut its all bad
Fuck yo face all ass
I be trappin wit them trappers in the cut all slabs I got trus on
Big stictch 10 in the loud pat
Front boy run take 10 wit him
Fall off bounce right back less than 10 minutes
Trust none jackboy if he move kill em
[Verse 2]
I been doin' this shit I ain't no fuckin rookey
If its money on the flo we cancel all pussy
Nigga you ain't with that shit we don't fuck with pussies
Nigga you ain't with that shit you can't fuck with me
Fuck bitches buss guns stack a lot of cheese
We be up all night we don't fuck wit sleep
Nigga I'm so sleeze I fucked yo main squeeze
And these niggas so sick they can't stand me
How dare these niggas talk down on me
Have some killers on yo ass make it hard to sleep
Glock 30 wit' a 40 stop yo heart from beatin'
I'll take everything and make it hard to eat
Bitch its big ju
Yea big ju
These fuck niggas catch bullets and these bitches too
This shit real nigga
Ain't nobody safe
Betta take yo ass to church nigga betta pray
[Verse 3]
I fell and now I'm back and niggas mad
When I was down everybody switched the shit was sad
It turned me to a savage and I put that on cash
20 bands once the lick slit
Don't even ask
I heard niggas talking down on me to the hoes
I swear I'm goin' crazy can't trust a fuckin soul
Shoutout to my ex man she did a nigga bold
But i learned my lesson quick neva trust anotha' hoe
I was down on my knuckles now I'm back maintainin'
Went and copped some ice now I'm back chain swangin'
Glock stay wit me like chief in bang bangin'
Talkin catch em out in traffic imma catch em lane swangin'
[Verse 4]
I woke up got dressed and got straight to it
Called the plug got a bag and ran straight thru it
And I'm tired of niggas lyin' like they bus buddha
Call them hotboyz up bitch they really shootin'
Niggas hoes I can prove it call a cop and plea
See me in the streets we ain't friends bitch don't talk to me
Come and cop from me
Or you can cop from skeez
Call the 808 if I ain't got it you can cop from keese
Can't get shit from me
But some dick from me
Bitch I hit you quick kicked you out go get hit by d
Stunthard almighty chase the fuckin cheese
Go crazy hot boys that's my fuckin team
[Verse 5]
Put the money on the flo cuz I need that
If the 40 in my hand imma squeeze that
Hit the lick quick we can split it up
If the spot get hot we can switch it up
Shots getting fired now you bitchin up
Call the hook to my crib now you snitchin' huh
Imma stunthard nigga tell yo mans that
Shootin shots while you runin' at yo mans back
Aimin at his teeth he can tell that
Smoke a lotta loud you can smell that
Fuck you talking bout I got my own shit
I ain't fuckin wit you niggas got my own clique
( StuntHard HotBoyz )
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