Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Stunt–Man
Text:
2 Phone do his own stunt
2 Phone do his own stunt
Phone nigga do my own stunts
Ay, Sailor Moon we spooned under the lunar
Paint her face, Basquiat in her uterus
Agent slade hall of fame, I paid two hundred
Codeine Castle, red women like Stanis
Bling bling mad king you know I do magic
Stick to the code my hand go Jaime Lannister
Know that you want it same nigga from Calenders
But
Tennis bracelet my left hand
Cuban Link, right hand
That mean I dictate with my right, and my left touch racks
I rubber band all that, rub ’em out I’m a stunt man
Fuckin’ no rubber off that, got a rubber band bottom on fake Raf
I stunt on a bitch shawty, I’m kickin’ these new drills
Look at my chain shawty, look at my bracelet
I kick too much flav’ shawty, might get you a new wrist
You know I’m a stunt man, I make you do flips
You can get back with that bullshit
You can get whacked, boy we can shoot shit
All yo’ ass do is flag you should turn Crip
I might come out the blue, turn your shirt red
I might chop my weight up on my new flex, Pidgeot I’m evolved on my bird shit
Pokemon, I might go to a new gym
Pokestop my car top got a new egg
Kobe with it, but I keep me a Piston
She sucked on my dick and the sim’ nigga kissed her
Rodger in your window and I come and hit ya’
Double S boy you know the militia, if you fuck around hang you up like a picture
She sucked on my dick while you text her you miss her
I get in at LIV, in the VIP with my pistol
Stunt on ’em x16
