Stuntman Lyrics
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
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?
[Verse 1: Vince Staples & DJ Drama]
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 f*ck 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
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & Vince Staples]
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)
[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
I will never give a f*ck, got the blower in the bluff
PV servin' tennis like a motherf*ckin' 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)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
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 f*ckin' 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
[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
Bitch, I got a jelly bean, kelly green Rolls
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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 f*ck you gon' need if you tryna catch up
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