Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne - "STUNNAMAN" (Lyrics)

LYRICS OF "STUNNAMAN"  - Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne  - LYRICS

Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne - "STUNNAMAN" (Lyrics)

Lyrics of the song "STUNNAMAN"  the artist Birdman, Roddy Ricch, Lil Wayne 

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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 murders

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 some 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, your 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