Boutta Blow ft. Riley & Pluto.Geekin Lyrics

Bitch, I'm stuntin

I'm stuntin

I'm stuntin

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin on you stupid ass lil hoes

Going crazy and you see I'm boutta blow

And now you wanna be a part of the show

Yeah, I told you, you just a hoe

You just a hoe

You just a hoe

You just one my hoes

One my hoes

My hoes

To my collection

To my collection

My collection

My collection

I low-key be stressing

She suck the dick up, God bless her

I might run off, I'm testin

I'm testin' the plug

Your bitch run up on me and gave me a hug

I'm puffin' it up, I'm in love with the drugs

That lil boy, he pussy, get hit with the slugs

That lil boy, he pussy, get hit with the slugs

Hit with the slugs

That lil' boy, he pussy, get hit with the slugs

Hit with the slugs

Lay that boy out like a motherfucking rug

That lil boy, he pussy, got hit with the slugs

That lil boy, he pussy, got hit with the slugs

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, I'm stuntin on you stupid ass lil hoes

Going crazy and you see I'm boutta blow

And now you wanna be a part of the show

Yeah, I told you, you just a hoe

You just a hoe

You just a hoe

You just one my hoes

One my hoes

My hoes

To my collection

To my collection

My collection

I'm countin up racks, yeah, I'm stuntin

I'm puffin' on dope, yea these racks, they be running

I built up a bed, I need hoes for me to run in

I came out the mud, with my mud, yea my muddy

Fuckin that hoe, yeah, she just a buddy

Playin that pussy like my fuckin' buddy

She lick on my neck, yea my neck really nutty

He ain't make it back, yea, that boy really bloody

He ain't make it back, yea, that boy really bloody

He really bloody

He ain't make it back, yea, that boy really bloody

He really bloody

He ain't make it back, yea, that boy really bloody

He ain't make it back, yea, that boy really bloody

He ain't make it back, yea, that boy really bloody

Bitch, we stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch, we stuntin

On you hoes

My boy Redd Shotta

He stand down

On ten toes

My boy Redd Shotta run up on you and we wipe your nose

I'm rockin' Gucci, Louie and some other designer clothes

And I'm countin' racks, I don't give a fuck about these hoes

Bitch, we stuntin

On you hoes

Bitch we stuntin