STUNNAMAN (Explicit)
Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne"STUNNAMAN (Explicit)" is a song by Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:29 long and contains 99 lines and 810 words.
Lyrics
0:12D-Roc
0:13I bought a white Bentayga
0:14Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
0:15We was runnin' outside from the jake
0:17Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
0:19Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut
0:20And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
0:22Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
0:24Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
0:26Uh, and I got the whole hood on go
0:30Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze
0:34Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman
0:35Drip, drip, down to my toes
0:37Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls
0:39Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills
0:41All of my niggas outside, for real
0:42I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea
0:44It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real
0:45I'll be hanging outside with guerillas
0:47Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas
0:49Niggas rather be fly than realer
0:50And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up
0:52I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty
0:54My right hand keep a .30 clip
0:55I done did some time with the murderers
0:57I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh
0:59Plot 'em every time I put up (put up)
1:00Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout)
1:02He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot
1:06I bought a white Bentayga
1:07Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
1:08We was runnin' outside from the jake
1:10Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
1:12Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut
1:14And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
1:15Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
1:17Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
1:20Uh, and I got the whole hood on go
1:23Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze
1:27Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman
1:28Drip, drip, down to my toes
1:30Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang)
1:32Cap a slingshot on 80 shit
1:34Cherry wood in all my whips
1:35Do it big, that label shit
1:37Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich)
1:39That's how we lace this shit
1:40Get money, stay break a bitch
1:42At the top of the hill, another shootout
1:44With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit)
1:46Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo')
1:49And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go)
1:53Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost)
1:55Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors
1:59I bought a white Bentayga
2:00Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
2:01We was runnin' outside from the jake
2:03Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
2:05Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut
2:06And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
2:08Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
2:09Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
2:12Uh, and I got the whole hood on go
2:16Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze
2:20Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman
2:22Drip, drip, down to my toes
2:23Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls
2:25Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan
2:27Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand
2:28Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band
2:30Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag
2:32'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams
2:33I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am
2:34Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man
2:36But the light just might be a train comin', man
2:38I had to spend some money to win some money
2:40I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it
2:42Weed so good, I taste up on it
2:44Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me
2:47Rose gold looking like ketchup on me
2:48I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony
2:50All red like Patrick, homie
2:52Redbone, got her lashes on me
2:54I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie
2:57Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime
3:00Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah)
3:05I bought a white Bentayga
3:06Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
3:07We was runnin' outside from the jake
3:09Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
3:11Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut
3:12And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
3:14Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
3:16Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh
3:18Uh, and I got the whole hood on go
3:22Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze
3:26Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman
3:28Drip, drip, down to my toes
3:29Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls
D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real I'll be hanging outside with guerillas Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murderers I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot 'em every time I put up (put up) Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout) He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang) Cap a slingshot on 80 shit Cherry wood in all my whips Do it big, that label shit Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich) That's how we lace this shit Get money, stay break a bitch At the top of the hill, another shootout With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit) Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo') And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go) Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost) Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man But the light just might be a train comin', man I had to spend some money to win some money I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it Weed so good, I taste up on it Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me Rose gold looking like ketchup on me I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony All red like Patrick, homie Redbone, got her lashes on me I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah) I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls
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