Stunt PT 3 (Final Stunt)

(Jack these motherfuckers up) (Alfio, [?] beat) This the last mission I'm willin' to speak on Look-look-lookin' for someone to tweak on Creep, tryna see who I can sneak on Got a new TEC, tryna use this technique on Bad bitch shakin', like, come get your freak on I know I been buggin', I'm gettin' my geek on Dizzy, spinnin' for damn near a week long This what y'all want, did the Stunt part three song Me and T-Roy, we was spinnin' on Broadway Word to my mother, done did you's broad day Can't wait 'til you see me, that's what they all say That's why lil' shh got clapped in his hallway He ain't know we was there, right in his doorway But he ran into shh, he went the wrong way Spinnin' through all night, spinnin' through all day Eight in the clip, I'm throwin' all eight Infinite ammu', we lettin' it blam Free Brah Boom, Mr. G Don't Jam Clear crowds, watch how we makin' 'em scram Got tagged in his stomach, he was yellin' like, "Damn" Light on the gun, shit look like a lamp Gotta do a few drills if you joinin' this camp Oh, wait, my name will forever be stamped Sav got tagged on his shot like a cramp On 89 where them niggas hang I be outside with that thing Push up, watch how I'm lettin' it bang Like, it's just me and my gang Shots, bullets lettin' it rain Shit be connectin', not shootin' no blank Just started five, that's who you bring Only two out the five I got really give rain EK tried to run and he got shot What? Niggas know what happened after I'm keepin' it P, I'm not makin' it hot But after he left, I was filled up with laughter Me and EK [?] a lot Crashed 'em, shit really was a disaster Nazzy was runnin', he must've forgot Niggas kept on flickin', he fell, runnin' faster Now I'm right here tryna spin through Columbus Posted right here on the Ave I'm still on the West and I don't need a compass In the same spot where they flocked down Sav They know that I'm Ed, I spin with the dumbness Now we up the block where Relly got tagged Opp bitch outside, lookin' all scrumptious I'm just tryna fuck, put a broom in her ass Oh, shit, I'm back on Central I'm back again, really losin' my mental Big body spinnin', not doin' no rental Still gotta spin when I rock presidential I could show you the basics, aim for the mentals But I'm keepin' it P and the P confidential We not doin' no hits, that would be accidental Bullets lookin' like pencils and other utensils I buy a hundred, bought a [?] Empty hand shots then they all runnin' out, like How many shots have we sent? Spin off quick, now I'm changin' my route From the past, got no resent Shit bein' real before rappin' the clout All the opp bitches I fucked, they was decent Not sayin' names 'cause you know it's account Now I'm by West and I came from the dead-end Had to just change up the setting Like, what you not gettin'? Plus he runnin', that nigga was sweatin' Shit get me tight, shit is upsettin' That all of y'all niggas just really forgettin' Tank got tagged and the bullets was shreddin' Hollows went through and his body is spreadin' All on [?] where [?] got tagged at Nigga look crazy, boy look like a lab rat I still get food where that nigga got stabbed at And I still be right there where lil' Kenny got jabbed at