Stuntin ft. Esco Zapata Lyrics

I could never stress about no shit that ain't making me money

I could run up a few racks today and make it look like nothin

Bitches lie, they really broken, I can't lie, that shit ain't funny

When you see me, I be shinin', I ain't even gotta start stunnin

Because El Niño say so, that's how it goes, I'm the ScrewstonedStunner

Forever 16, long live my brother, we fucked a bag, then we ran up another

Might hit up the mall, cause I need some new butters

Mud in my cup got it straight out the gutter

I ain't get help, I just went out and hustled

I went on my own, tryna flip me an onion

Ain't no hands out, get this shit off the muscle

Run up some racks, im that motherfuckin' youngin

Bitch, its The Kid, you know you in trouble

All blue strips, Ben Franklin my cousin

Got me some money, then made this shit double

A whole lot of strong, get this shit by the dozens

Rolled a three-five, and that shit really punchin

Whole lot of flavors, you know that it's pungent

My bitch is bad, you be fuckin' on munchkins

Said he got guap, but I know that he doesn't

Got a bitch fall in love in the club like Usher

She want me to bust in her mouth like Gusher

She callin' me daddy, I ain't met her mother

If I ever go broke, she gon' show her true colors

I could never stress about no shit that ain't making me money

I could run up a few racks today and make it look like nothin

Bitches lie, they really broken, I can't lie, that shit ain't funny

When you see me, I be shinin', I ain't even gotta start stunnin

Because El Niño say so, that's how it goes, I'm the ScrewstonedStunner

I'm a ZBF thunder, I'ma go kick the bitch out like a punter

I'ma pull up with a white boy if you talkin' shit

Because you know that boy is a hunter

And you know we blowin' Zah, smoke right to the face

Z-B-F-N-H-R-D, we goin' up, this not a race

Pourin' syrup, I think bro might've fallen in love with the taste

And I'm worried about this money, teenage girl copy & past

Got the same flow, same fits, fuckin' on the same bro

Side hoe, main hoe, I'd rather just lay low

Stack my chips like Lay's, like Screwstoned get them plays

Bitch, I'm pushin' Z, 224 like every day

Bitch, I'm Esco to the Juan, Pablo on the Don

She tryna link up and she got neck just like a swan

I'm cold-blooded like Komodo, I'm rollin' up like a Stolo

I been hella lonely thuggin' it, doin' it by my Zolo

But I know it's for a reason, he workin' mysterious ways

It's like he might be preparin' me soon, it's gon' be my day

Very soon they'll know me now, I'll make my momma proud

Right now I'm movin' quiet, stackin' money, smokin' loud

I'm a rookie ballin' hard, I'm in the H just like I'm Stroud

At a show at H-R-D, she lookin' pretty in the crowd

Then I hit it and I bow, at the same time blew a cloud

S-O-S, we steppin' in, Z-B-F, we poppin' out

I'm a Z-B-F stunter, I'ma go kick the bitch out like a punter

I'ma pull up with a white boy if he talkin' shit

Because you know that boy is a hunter

And you know we blow his out, draw right to the face

Z-B-F and H-R-D, we goin' up, this not a race

Pourin' syrup, I think bro might've fallen in love with the taste

And I'm worried about this money, teenage girls copyin' pastes