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Stuntn
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Past 7 Days
Stuntn was discovered most frequently at around 2 minutes and 10 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I stay stuntin' for the haters to see
Look, bitch, it's me
Stop frontin', gunmen that squeeze
Some casualties
You know how I'm comin', both wrists on freeze
Only come for a fee
They wanna shake somethin', if you do it for me
Gotta do it for the team (Huh, yeah)
[Verse 1]
See, I'm a stunner, gunner, no newcomer
Breadwinner now, I did it all on the come-up
Funds up, guns up, ready for drama
You can still try run up and get stretched, no Hummer
See, it ain't what you wear, it's who's wearin' it
This shit look better on me with a tear in it
She say she want me for me, but I ain't bearin' it
Like Colgate, all in her teeth when I'm airin' it
Never settle for less, I stay top tier
If it ain't motion, goes in and out the same ear
I see no competition, now my vision clear
Yeah, they hate to see me shine, but I'm still here
See, they all know me, but to me, unknown
So if you talk about Hefs, better watch your tone
I had dreams with a brick and phone
Forget shows, I could live off my streams alone
[Chorus]
I stay stuntin' for the haters to see
Look, bitch, it's me
Stop frontin', gunmen that squeeze
Some casualties
You know how I'm comin', both wrists on freeze
Only come for a fee
They wanna shake somethin', if you do it for me
Gotta do it for the team
[Verse 2]
Yeah, if they could, they would, but they can't
If burners ain't hatin', then I ain't goin' hard
I'm tryna lap the whole world, not laps in the yard
Last-minute trip overseas, reset and restart
I got too much motion for these cameras to sense
These tomahawk dinners now a business expense
No one made room for us, did it with no consent
I stay hungry all the time like I'm goin' through Lent
I got a lot on my plate, but my plan was to eat
If I'm bustin' a plate, I give my brothers a seat
And if the fiends pop off, you know we keepin' it street
I'd rather die on my feet before I beg on my knees
Street smart, couldn't tell you 'bout report cards
Ain't shit, still whippin' 'round sports cars
Yeah, we still getting work, just more, bruh
The difference is that it's not from your yard
[Chorus]
I stay stuntin' for the haters to see
Look, bitch, it's me
Stop frontin', gunmen that squeeze
Some casualties
You know how I'm comin', both wrists on freeze
Only come for a fee
They wanna shake somethin', if you do it for me
Gotta do it for the team
Written by: Hooligan Hefs, Kiril Ivanovski
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