Safaree Stuntman Lyrics
Stuntman by Safaree
[Intro]
Waddup, straight
[Hook]
What's the deal, ain't got a deal
Hollywood hills, we niggas for real
75 million records sold, don't matter if I'm hot or cold
You a silver nigga, ain't going gold, you sitting out, you growing mould
[Verse 1]
Do you really need me to go run down my resume
I do it for real and I don't know no better way
And I pray everyday cause I know he gon make a way
I am the coach and I know how to make a play
Send way to the venue, Korean food on my menu
What you here for, we ain't send for you
I'm Safaree nigga, who the fuck are you
This west wing, and I'm VIP
I'm Stuntman, I'm SB, I don't know you, but how you know me?
We ain't done yet, straight, hold up
I'm doing my sit ups get ready for summer
I'm in the business waiting for commas
In the bushes waiting for come ups
Heading to the bank to cash all these commas
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Beez In the Trap, oh yeah I got a platinum plaque
I looked at my email and I got the beat for that
I ain't trippin' my nigga, I promise I'm over that
My life is a movie but I don't know how to act
Stuntman, I'm one man
Solo nigga, I don't need a band
This is soccer nigga, I don't need a hand
You see how I see it, You see how I call it
Changed up my number, nobody can call it
So much money, ain't no room in my wallet
Shot of patron like a damn alcoholic
Sling shot with Travis Kr8ts
Ice so wet, feel like a lake
God damn, I need a break
Crab dinners for 58, bout to bring back Ricki Lake
Ricky Bobby, Christ sakes
It's back to my roots so I land in Jamaica
48 and a mule, bought me some acres
Gold blocks, I'm feeling my safe up
Go call a baker, getting my cake up
I am the sun, you niggas should wake up
When I say sun, I ain't talking about Jacob
No cover up, I don't do make up
Calling up mars, you taking up space
Do me a favour, get out of my face
You niggas is fake, do me a favour and get out of my face
Waddup, straight
[Hook]
What's the deal, ain't got a deal
Hollywood hills, we niggas for real
75 million records sold, don't matter if I'm hot or cold
You a silver nigga, ain't going gold, you sitting out, you growing mould
[Verse 1]
Do you really need me to go run down my resume
I do it for real and I don't know no better way
And I pray everyday cause I know he gon make a way
I am the coach and I know how to make a play
Send way to the venue, Korean food on my menu
What you here for, we ain't send for you
I'm Safaree nigga, who the fuck are you
This west wing, and I'm VIP
I'm Stuntman, I'm SB, I don't know you, but how you know me?
We ain't done yet, straight, hold up
I'm doing my sit ups get ready for summer
I'm in the business waiting for commas
In the bushes waiting for come ups
Heading to the bank to cash all these commas
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Beez In the Trap, oh yeah I got a platinum plaque
I looked at my email and I got the beat for that
I ain't trippin' my nigga, I promise I'm over that
My life is a movie but I don't know how to act
Stuntman, I'm one man
Solo nigga, I don't need a band
This is soccer nigga, I don't need a hand
You see how I see it, You see how I call it
Changed up my number, nobody can call it
So much money, ain't no room in my wallet
Shot of patron like a damn alcoholic
Sling shot with Travis Kr8ts
Ice so wet, feel like a lake
God damn, I need a break
Crab dinners for 58, bout to bring back Ricki Lake
Ricky Bobby, Christ sakes
It's back to my roots so I land in Jamaica
48 and a mule, bought me some acres
Gold blocks, I'm feeling my safe up
Go call a baker, getting my cake up
I am the sun, you niggas should wake up
When I say sun, I ain't talking about Jacob
No cover up, I don't do make up
Calling up mars, you taking up space
Do me a favour, get out of my face
You niggas is fake, do me a favour and get out of my face