Uh heh Shawty Fresh on the track
Yeah, uh heh, Skoob

[Chorus]
Stunt, back of the room not for the weak
They tryna play you like you goddamn sweet
I need these flip like every goddam week
Just bout my bread it ain't no goddam p
You gotta be hungry my n***a
You gotta be piss poor hungry
You gotta be chasin' that bread
Can't get nothin' sittin' up in the bed
You gotta be hungry my n***a
You gotta be piss poor hungry
That's why when you ain't got you nothin'
Gotta sit back and come up wit somethin'

[Verse 1]
Gotta come up wit somethin' no commercial
Can't be out this bitch stealin' purses
I know situation get the worsest mine, but shit could really get more worser
I know she hurtin' when she cursin', who the fuck thought that I'd make it
Came in the bank I'm writin' in cursive, I guess n***a really got personal
It seem like I'm built like the churches, it seem like the Rev kinda hurt
I must give you chance after chance, its on you to show that you worth it
Bullshit you not [?], I throw that shit up like I'm thirsty
I throw that shit back like a jersey, she was leechin' OG taught me early
[Chorus]
Stunt, back of the room not for the weak
They tryna play you like you goddamn sweet
I need these flip like every goddam week
Just bout my bread it ain't no goddam p
You gotta be hungry my n***a
You gotta be piss poor hungry
You gotta be chasin' that bread
Can't get nothin' sittin' up in the bed
You gotta be hungry my n***a
You gotta be piss poor hungry
That's why when you ain't got you nothin'
Gotta sit back and come up wit somethin'

[Verse 2]
Gotta stunt on these n***as like some kind of bird
I'm thuggin' word to blunt is my n***a Jerz
I don't betray Ikey right on my neck
Just to fuck wit yo lil bitches and nerves
I don't want no problem wit none of these lil n***as
They act like some bitches I rather see girls
RIP Eazy I'm smooth as a curls, pray for Skoob and watch I hit you
Yeah she bad, yeah she bad, guess what she is
But I'd rather get cash, and then hit that ass, that what I did
Look at my pants, look at my pants, made it out of that shit
Pray for them bands, pop me a xan, definition of lit
[Chorus]
Stunt, back of the room not for the weak
They tryna play you like you goddamn sweet
I need these flip like every goddam week
Just bout my bread it ain't no goddam p
You gotta be hungry my n***a
You gotta be piss poor hungry
You gotta be chasin' that bread
Can't get nothin' sittin' up in the bed
You gotta be hungry my n***a
You gotta be piss poor hungry
That's why when you ain't got you nothin'
Gotta sit back and come up wit somethin'