Caskey Came To Stunt Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch, I came to stunt, 'cause I came up under Stunna
This a Rolls Cullinan, baby, not a H3 Hummer
If my gang get locked away, won't say it's a gang like Gunna
Yeah, we made this off of words, but we still been doin' numbers
Hoe, I came to stunt, 'cause I came up under Stunna
Been a boss since a jit, I ain't ever been a runner
If my gang get locked away, won't say it's a gang like Gunna
Yeah, we made this off of words, but we still been doin' numbers

[Refrain]
Bitch, my crib got Gucci wallpaper, this big ass ring a jaw breaker
No shoes in the box, this all paper, my word is law like law makers
Lap y'all like we head started, talk in code like tech parties
Tats on me, no Ed Hardy, turn y'all bikes to red Harleys
[Verse 1]
Street smart, I've been educated, Wayne mixtape, I'm dedicated
They can't fathom where you made it, that's when they go emulate it
Four cars all in matte black and, this a different tax bracket
They can't even half stack it, we way too up
Man, we run this town, they can't escape
Don't wanna see me great, but you way too late
If I leave the house, you best believe it's for a paper chase
If they call my phone, it better be so they can make a play
Bought another chain, they MIA, guess it's chaingin' day

[Chorus]
Bitch, I came to stunt, 'cause I came up under Stunna
This a Rolls Cullinan, baby, not a H3 Hummer
If my gang get locked away, won't say it's a gang like Gunna
Yeah, we made this off of words, but we still been doin' numbers Hoe, I came to stunt, 'cause I came up under Stunna
Been a boss since a jit, I ain't ever been a runner
If my gang get locked away, won't say it's a gang like Gunna
Yeah, we made this off of words, but we still been doin' numbers

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I came up under Birdman, when I was the herb man
Closet been full of Hermes, off of the words, man
I go charge a brick for verses, then leave 'em in hearses
Rolls like an Eminem cover, they open the curtains
Don't check the price when I make purchase, just swipe on the surface
Man, these rappers ain't got purpose, they more like a circus
Shots at they epidermis, throw them in a furnace
Need my money stacked like thermos, they can't out earn us
[Refrain]
Bitch, my crib got Gucci wallpaper, this big ass ring a jaw breaker
No shoes in the box, this all paper, my word is law like law makers
Lap y'all like we head started, talk in code like tech parties
Tats on me, no Ed Hardy, turn y'all bikes to red Harleys

[Chorus]
Bitch, I came to stunt, 'cause I came up under Stunna
This a Rolls Cullinan, baby, not a H3 Hummer
If my gang get locked away, won't say it's a gang like Gunna
Yeah, we made this off of words, but we still been doin' numbers
Hoe, I came to stunt, 'cause I came up under Stunna
Been a boss since a jit, I ain't ever been a runner
If my gang get locked away, won't say it's a gang like Gunna
Yeah, we made this off of words, but we still been doin' numbers