STUNTMAN Lyrics by Tyler, The Creator feat. Vince Staples is a newly released English song produced by Tyler, The Creator. The latest song STUNTMAN lyrics is written by Tyler, The Creator & Vince Staples. The song was published on 31st March 2023.
STUNTMAN Song Details:
| Song: | STUNTMAN |
| Singer(s): | Tyler, The Creator feat. Vince Staples |
| Produced by: | Tyler, The Creator |
| Written by: | Tyler, The Creator & Vince Staples |
| Label(©): | Columbia Records |
STUNTMAN Lyrics
Show you how to stunt (Hahaha), show you how to stunt
Show you how to stunt (We tried to tell y’all niggas), show you niggas how to stunt on ’em
Show you how to stunt (Hahaha), show you how to stunt
What, you didn’t believe us?
Got slave whip money, can’t choose which one
Might go chip somethin’, can’t choose which gun
Don’t do no cuffin’, go when night come
No, you can’t be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck about where a nigga from
Chopper in the trunk with a hundred in the drum
Mob a nigga up, then I’m headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me slippin’, you’re a bum
Run it up, run it up, no, them niggas not with us (Niggas not with me)
She got freckles, I got cookies, tell them bitches, “Come with us”
Got that house on the hilly, lean like a double cup
Clean like my stubble cut (Nah)
I will never give a fuck, got the blower in the bluff
PV servin’ tennis like a motherfuckin’ cluck
If you ridin’, buckle up (Duh), niggas dyin’ if I’m touched
Big Gs, big Cs, if you cousin, throw it up
Niggas marked out (Yeah)
Nigga, pipe down, I don’t fight hoes
I don’t bust down, I don’t like those
I like big wheels, you ain’t got those (No)
This a fuckin’ movie with big roles
I’ll show you how to stunt (Woah), show you how to stunt
Nigga, show you how to stunt, show you niggas how to stunt
On the left side, I’ll show you how to stunt
And the right side, I’ll show you how to stunt, nigga
Bitch, I got a jelly bean, kelly green Rolls
And the guts off-white like a jalapeño
Leather hot in here, 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 (Bleh)
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 (Y’all ready?)
Handshake from God and some explainable etceteras
Is what the fuck you gon’ need if you tryna catch up
Nigga, I’m a big dog, Bunnyhop, big leaps
Big frog reach, guaranteein’ that you’re leavin’ in a stretcher, nigga
Nigga, pipe down, I don’t fight hoes
I don’t bust down, I don’t like those
I like big wheels, you ain’t got those (No)
This a fuckin’ movie with big roles
I’ll show you how to stunt (Woah), show you how to stunt
Nigga, show you how to stunt, show you niggas how to stunt
On the left side, I’ll show you how to stunt
And the right side, I’ll show you how to stunt, nigga (You niggas ain’t stuntin’ right)
Niggas wanna join us ’cause they can’t beat us
In the motorcade, playin’ follow the leader
Back the fuck up off me, dawg (Let me explain real stuntin’)
Back the fuck up off me, dawg (Talkin’ million dollar payments)
Yeah
Multi-million dollar auction houses (Show you how to stunt, show you how to stunt)
(Show you how to stunt, show you how to stunt)
These are numbers you niggas never seen before (Show you how to stunt, show you how to stunt)
(Show you how to stunt)
Stunt 101, nigga
It the T-Y, comma, motherfuckin’ Creator (Woah)
Me and Flacko Jodye been gettin’ green by the acre
Sleeve by Cartier, texture is alligator (Woah)
Wipe your feet on that doormat before you speak (Hahaha)
How you tell us that you’re real but you stay off the meds? (Lyin’)
How you got no house keys but you show off Patek? (Woah, priorities)
How you call that girl a ho but got ten baby mamas? (Hypocrite)
How you claim you’re free thinkin’ but be preachin’ the Bible? (Yeah, right)
‘Cause all you pussy-ass niggas think you’re so damn hard (So damn hard)
‘Cause you got a big blower, nigga, you ain’t God (You ain’t God)
Got the same old watch, y’all fuck the same old bitches (I’m pretentious)
Y’all buy the same old cars, y’all take the same old pictures (Stupid, y’all niggas regular)
Make the same old threats, tell the same old business
See, y’all the gay ones, y’all do it to impress those niggas
But I’ma mind my business like it’s explosives gettin’ tossed (Y’all niggas gay)
Y’all can keep y’all fingers crossed, call me when you get lost, bitch
CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST
By now, we’ve shown you the way