Stunt PT 3 (Final Stunt)

[Intro]
(Jack these motherfuckers up)
(Alfio, [?] beat)

[Verse: M Row & Sdot Go]
This the last mission I'm willin' to speak on
Look-look-lookin' for someone to tweak on
Creep, tryna see who I can sneak on
Got a new TEC, tryna use this technique on
Bad bitch shakin', like, come get your freak on
I know I been buggin', I'm gettin' my geek on
Dizzy, spinnin' for damn near a week long
This what y'all want, did the Stunt part three song
Me and T-Roy, we was spinnin' on Broadway
Word to my mother, done did you's broad day
Can't wait 'til you see me, that's what they all say
That's why lil' shh got clapped in his hallway
He ain't know we was there, right in his doorway
But he ran into shh, he went the wrong way
Spinnin' through all night, spinnin' through all day
Eight in the clip, I'm throwin' all eight
Infinite ammu', we lettin' it blam
Free Brah Boom, Mr. G Don't Jam
Clear crowds, watch how we makin' 'em scram
Got tagged in his stomach, he was yellin' like, "Damn"
Light on the gun, shit look like a lamp
Gotta do a few drills if you joinin' this camp
Oh, wait, my name will forever be stamped
Sav got tagged on his shot like a cramp
On 89 where them niggas hang
I be outside with that thing
Push up, watch how I'm lettin' it bang
Like, it's just me and my gang
Shots, bullets lettin' it rain
Shit be connectin', not shootin' no blank
Just started five, that's who you bring
Only two out the five I got really give rain
EK tried to run and he got shot
What? Niggas know what happened after
I'm keepin' it P, I'm not makin' it hot
But after he left, I was filled up with laughter
Me and EK [?] a lot
Crashed 'em, shit really was a disaster
Nazzy was runnin', he must've forgot
Niggas kept on flickin', he fell, runnin' faster
Now I'm right here tryna spin through Columbus
Posted right here on the Ave
I'm still on the West and I don't need a compass
In the same spot where they flocked down Sav
They know that I'm Ed, I spin with the dumbness
Now we up the block where Relly got tagged
Opp bitch outside, lookin' all scrumptious
I'm just tryna fuck, put a broom in her ass
Oh, shit, I'm back on Central
I'm back again, really losin' my mental
Big body spinnin', not doin' no rental
Still gotta spin when I rock presidential
I could show you the basics, aim for the mentals
But I'm keepin' it P and the P confidential
We not doin' no hits, that would be accidental
Bullets lookin' like pencils and other utensils
I buy a hundred, bought a [?]
Empty hand shots then they all runnin' out, like
How many shots have we sent?
Spin off quick, now I'm changin' my route
From the past, got no resent
Shit bein' real before rappin' the clout
All the opp bitches I fucked, they was decent
Not sayin' names 'cause you know it's account
Now I'm by West and I came from the dead-end
Had to just change up the setting
Like, what you not gettin'?
Plus he runnin', that nigga was sweatin'
Shit get me tight, shit is upsettin'
That all of y'all niggas just really forgettin'
Tank got tagged and the bullets was shreddin'
All on [?] where [?] got tagged at
Nigga look crazy, boy look like a lab rat
I still get food where that nigga got stabbed at
And I still be right there where lil' Kenny got jabbed at