Lyrics

Stutterin'

Give 'em the rest and make 'em love again

In my best, I be the runner dem

And I have the man dem stutterin'

I'm getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening

Wanna catch all these feelings

Well, let me be the first to get mine (yeah, ayo), oh (ayo)

Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib

Sitting and counting, smoking a spliff, this shit's a gift

All my niggas watches is rough

Grabbin' our crotches, yellin', "What up?"

The jeans cost five hundred? Fuck

Stop it, keep baking, see the smell, it's a statement

One freeze of this shit, you won't feel your legs, kid

I'm a gangster, corporate hustler, my voice is illustrious

Hounded by vicious dons, nigga, we armed, trust me, bruh

They yellin', "Chef killer, play with the cooks"

I say, "Yay", with two chains on, we common, let's push

Burn another bush then burn another, we brothers

Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block

Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap

Park the green six deuce on the deuce, just props

Rock a kilt, mean Glock, I'm all machinery, ock

Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock, yo

I'm getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening

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