Pharrell Williams - Stuntin' Y'all lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T] I'm achieving, happy to be breathing They stuntin y'all! Diamonds with brothers giving off 2K colors Disgusting y'all! On my road and going my way n***a I'll cut ya off! So, let me live or that .45 living I'm touching y'all! [Verse 1: Pusha T] What's the talk of the soph*more jinx? Got j**ellery like I robbed the Sphinx Got money like I robbed the Brinks truck f** y'all n***as that pray for my ship to sink I'm a problem, coupes I copped them left to right The garage looks like the Bat Cave at night He who tips scales, off that fish scale Hands gracefully brush them keys like it's brail Safeties on guns don't sit well Send new shells to old foes, s**as! Bail like oh no! flows is so cold Hoes stick to me like gum to shoe soles huh! He's vain, 88 you're thinking, 2004 - resurrection of caine! Here I am, such a young baller Flow shows promise, like LeBron James I bring life to the game [Hook] [Verse 2: Malice] n***as is losing it, out they mothaf**in mind How another n***a talk about mine, I must be doin it They must see, a significant rise in my stock Multi-colored j**els, wit hues of blue in it Or take you the real estate, where the realest gate Outline the perimeter, I'll show you where we're doin it Hear the new, the Clipse is huge And these crews continue to hate, like Ebenezer Scrooge But it's cool, I too once, averaged the same Til I got slick, took risks, carried the 'caine Then I cooked sh**, pushed it, married the game Now these days, I just 52-karat the chain I pump base to the projects I was Tyrannosaurus Rex to the pyrex These dudes can't wait to see the doom of me But big deals, so what, what's new, humor me, b**h! [Hook] [Verse 3: Pusha T] Do-ray-me, fa-so-la-ti Oh my God, the - wrist stay Rocky like Balboa The bar's been lowered, here to raise the quota! Keep guns in pairs, I am the ghetto's Noah! n***a need horseshoe for luck Tryna test a flow like such, j**els like Tut Children hush, while King Pusha speakin Or paramedic you'll be seeing fa real [Verse 4: Malice] It's every bit what it seems! these is dreams I'm living out The ride I'm getting out's a fraction of the house Your living can't obstruct my vision Franck Mueller j**els, I'm convinced this is living! It's a given cats gon flap that tongue Till I appear then cat got tongue, better relax 'Fore I clap that gun, perhaps even collapse that lung Trust in me that that gat's no fun, one! [Hook]