STUNTMAN Lyrics
Show ya how to stunt
Got slave whip money
Can’t choose which one
Might go chip something
Can’t choose which gun
Don’t do no cuffin’
Go win might come
No you can’t be my girl
Bitch, are you dumb?
Never gave a fuck about where a n*gga from
Chopper in the trunk with a hundred in the drum
Mob a n*gga up then I’m headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me slipping
You’re a bum
Run it all, run it up
No them n***** not with us
She got freckles, I got cookies
Tell them bitches come with us
Got that house on the hill it
Lean like a double cup
Clean like my stubble cut
I won’t ever give a fuck
Got the blower in the club
PV, servin’ tennis like a motherfuckin’ cluck
If you ridin’, buckle up
N*gga dyin’ if I’m touched
Big Gs, big Cs
If you cuzzin’, throw it up
N*ggas marked out
N**** pipe down
I don’t fight hoes
I don’t buss down
I don’t like those
I like big wheels
You ain’t got those
This a fuckin’ movie with big roles
I’ll show you how to stunt
Left side, I’ll show you how to stunt
Right side, I’ll show you how to stunt
Bitch I got a jelly bean, kelly green Rolls
And the guts off white like a jalapeño
Leather hot in hurr
Shit make Nelly sing songs
Big pearls on the belt make my belly seem swole
I’m watchin’ Queen Gambit
Lookin’ like an extra
Different color chess pieces hangin’ from my necklace
Stones too heavy, give me red neck Texas
I cover it with scarves in the closet like my exes
Fiat 151
Bitch this ain’t a Lexus
Third gear got me drivin’ like I got a death wish
Small Italian town
Hittin’ wheelies on a Vespa
Stamps on my passport is longer than a lecture
Handshake from God and some explainable etceteras
Is what the fuck you gon’ need if you tryna catch up
N*gga I’m a big dog
Bunny hop
Big leaps
Big frog reach
Guaranteeing that you’re leaving in a stretcher
N*gga pipe down
I don’t fight hoes
I don’t buss down
I don’t like those
I like big wheels
You ain’t got those
It’s a fuckin’ movie with big roles
I’ll show you how to stunt
Left side, I’ll show you how to stunt
Right side, I’ll show you how to stunt
N***** wanna join us because they can’t beat us
In the motorcade, playin’ follow the leader
Back the fuck up off me, dog
It’s the T-Y, comma
Muh fuckin’ Creator
Me and Flacko Jodye been gettin’ green by the acre
Sleeve by Cartier
Texture is alligator
Wipe your feet on that door mat before you speak
How you tell us that you real but you stay off the meds?
How you got no house keys but you show off Patek?
How you call that girl a ho but got 10 baby mommas?
How you claim you’re free thinkin’ but be preaching the Bible?
Cause all you pussy ass n***** think you’re so damn hard
Cause you got a big blower
N**** you ain’t God
Got the same old watch
Ya’ll fuck the same old bitches
Ya’lI buy the same old cars
Ya’ll take the same old pictures
Make the same old threats
Tell the same old business
See y’all the gay ones
Ya’ll do it to impress those n*****
But I’m a mind my business
Like it’s explosives gettin’ tossed
Ya’ll can keep ya’ll fingers crossed
Call me when you get lost, bitch