Stunt Gucci Mane (Ft. Tracy T)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, let’s fast forward, summer ’08
Gucci on 8s, 4s, deuces and sixes
30s, deuces, 34s ya trippin
Blowing horse ashantis
Fugates, bugattis, for ones, lambs

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Man I'm always stuntin, my money makin money
If I throw the dueces at ya then I showed yo ass a hundred
My soldiers are blunted, yo soldiers ain't nuthin
We'll put ya forehead in yo ass or put your hairline in yo stomach
I'm ridin on Gary Coleman I'm rich like mr. truman
Whatchu doin willis? I say tryna make some money
I'm traveling around the country, I'm touring foreign countries
I'm drivin foreign cars and I'm knockin foreign honeys
A birthday bash in Belgium and a Sunday show in London
I chill like Lauren London in my johnson is a luncheon
She say she got the munchies I'm a try to have a contest
See who has the fattest ass we'll see who go the hardest
You better wear a hard hat cause these bitches out here stuntin
Say they aspiration was to be a baby mama
Maybe get a baby hummer not on me lil mama
I ball out through the winter and I stunt all through the summer

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'mma stunt this summer, I'mma roll me a cup then stunt in front ya
Roll me a blunt cut the trunk up homie, then I stunt on homie