[Intro]
(Stuntman)
Woah, go, go, go, go, go, go
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I said, I'm runnin' up this dog shit, it keep comin' in (Beat Gang)
I ran it up and took an L, well, let's run again (Ayy, let's run again)
I'ma put a thot bitch on, I got 'em suckered in
Who you dissin' on? You better come again
I got his lo', I got that call, they say they done him in
Ayy, ayy, I'm in that Trackhawk
Bitch, I don't want no backtalk
They like, "Ricky, run," this that backdoor
Hold on, bitch, don't make me have to backdoor

[Verse 1]
Take your hat off, you so cap
I know you not about that shit, you just lyin' in your raps
I slide to Oakland with my nigga Blood
He showed me love
We smoke exotic, that's the Cali' bud
Ayy, bitch, I grab that Glock, spin (Stuntman)
Think I need some new smoke 'cause it ain't no more opps in
I don't even sip the lean, but Lil' Blood got that Wock' in
These bitches jockin'
7.62s, .223s, they stopped him (Beat Gang)
I'm the hottest in my city, know I'm poppin'
Nigga fuckin' with the opps, then we opp him
I mean we ooped him
Balled up, we shoot him
Now we coppin' SRTs, no more eatin' noodles
Slide on the opps to fuck a thot, shit got crucial
Bitch, I'm into fuckin' hoes, I ain't into twosomes
Slide down that drive, I got that Uzi, I'm boolin'
Say like, "I don't choose," and shit, and choose me, on foenem
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