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Stuntin' Video (MV)




Performed By: D Scott
Length: 1:47
Written by: Devon Scott




D Scott - Stuntin' Lyrics




Try me
And see what happens

Niggas better stop with all that cappin
Cap'n Crunch eat em up
What's hatnin
I'm the don perion
I'm stampin
And you blind
You can't see I'm snappin

Hold up
Don't want no drama

I won't shoot ya
I'll just f*ck yo mama
Niggas sweet
Just like Arnold palmers
You so hard you won't hug you mama

Play ya cards
Or you might get slaughtered
In the booth I'm an anaconda
Louis
Fendi
Dolce Gabonna
I don't rock em cause I drip harder

Paper coming still I think smarter
Me and gang taking flights unchartered
Plug me in
Don't need no charger

Parties jumpin everytime that I'm comin out
She see me and she might get to cumin now
I'm the shit
Speakers might need a plumber now
They say brrr
Cause I'm colder than paramount

N.O.B
No one stopping the movement
You speak money
In that language I'm fluent
Tatted on me
Like my mind is translucent
No sleep
I'm awake while y'all snoozing

What they say
I just know imma run it up
Chase a bag
Man that makes you like one of us
Oh you mad
I can tell she don't want you bruh
I'm the man
And I'm not even stunting bruh

Shoulder lean
Wipe the dust of ya shoulder
I'm the truth
They might think I'm sojourner
If she bad I might just have to join her
Split the d
Like she trapped in a corner

Body bag
Better call in the coroner
I do niggas
Like how Tory did Joyner
Working mornings
Like I'm talking to Joyner
You want smoke
Better smoke marijuana

D Scott
He will make you a goner
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Try me
And see what happens

Niggas better stop with all that cappin
Cap'n Crunch eat em up
What's hatnin
I'm the don perion
I'm stampin
And you blind
You can't see I'm snappin

Hold up
Don't want no drama

I won't shoot ya
I'll just f*ck yo mama
Niggas sweet
Just like Arnold palmers
You so hard you won't hug you mama

Play ya cards
Or you might get slaughtered
In the booth I'm an anaconda
Louis
Fendi
Dolce Gabonna
I don't rock em cause I drip harder

Paper coming still I think smarter
Me and gang taking flights unchartered
Plug me in
Don't need no charger

Parties jumpin everytime that I'm comin out
She see me and she might get to cumin now
I'm the shit
Speakers might need a plumber now
They say brrr
Cause I'm colder than paramount

N.O.B
No one stopping the movement
You speak money
In that language I'm fluent
Tatted on me
Like my mind is translucent
No sleep
I'm awake while y'all snoozing

What they say
I just know imma run it up
Chase a bag
Man that makes you like one of us
Oh you mad
I can tell she don't want you bruh
I'm the man
And I'm not even stunting bruh

Shoulder lean
Wipe the dust of ya shoulder
I'm the truth
They might think I'm sojourner
If she bad I might just have to join her
Split the d
Like she trapped in a corner

Body bag
Better call in the coroner
I do niggas
Like how Tory did Joyner
Working mornings
Like I'm talking to Joyner
You want smoke
Better smoke marijuana

D Scott
He will make you a goner
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Writer: Devon Scott
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