Stunt-Man

(album: C2: Death Of My Teenage - 2016)

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
Rick Owens space suit let her swoon in my Pluto wrist
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
Fucking no rubber off that, got a rubber band bottom on fake Raf

I stunt on a bitch shawty, I'm kicking 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
No Tia & Tamera, I keep me a sister
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]