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 Birdman & Roddy Ricch – STUNNAMAN Lyrics

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]

Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo

Woo-woo-woo, woo

Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo

Woo-woo-woo, woo (D-Roc)

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I bought a white Bentayga

Had to creep through the night in the spaceship

We was runnin’ outside from the jakes

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 a check, I’ma fuck up, huh

And I got the whole hood on go

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze

Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes

Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]

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 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

Platinum every time I put out (Put out)

Trap house lookin’ like a cookout (Cookout)

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He creepin’ up, get the red dot, headshot

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Birdman]

I bought a white Bentayga

Had to creep through the night in the spaceship

We was runnin’ outside from the jakes

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 a check, I’ma fuck up, huh

And I got the whole hood on go

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze

Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Stunna)

Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Rich Gang)

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Cap a slingshot on eighty 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 hill, another shootout

With a hundred mil’, we weighed that shit (We weighed that shit)

Chanel bag, jewelries be hundred or mo’ (Hundreds or mo’)

And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go)

Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost)

Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Birdman & Lil Wayne]

I bought a white Bentayga

Had to creep through the night in the spaceship

(Blatt)

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We was runnin’ outside from the jakes

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 a check, I’ma fuck up, huh

And I got the whole hood on go (Yeah)

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Yeah, yeah)

Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)

Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Uh)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch]

Stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan

Chrome Heart bust down, 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 tints up on it

Weed so good, I tensed up on it

Lil’ ho tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me

Rose gold look like ketchup on me

I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony

All red like Patrick, homie

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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)

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Lil Wayne]

I bought a white Bentayga (Yeah)

Had to creep through the night in the spaceship (Yeah)

We was runnin’ outside from the jakes (Yeah)

Now I put a lot of ice in the face (Yeah)

Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut (Yeah, yeah)

And I got a ride with the tuck-up (Yeah, yeah)

Gave a hundred racks to my brother (Yeah, yeah)

Pop out a check, I’ma fuck up (Yeah, yeah), huh (Huh)

And I got the whole hood on go (Whole hood on go)

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Froze)

Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)

Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Mula)


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