Heavy stunts Lyrics by Yeat, Don Toliver is brand new song sung by Yeat, Don Toliver and music of this latest song is given by Yeat, Synthetic, UpMadeIt, Streo. Heavy stunts song lyrics are also penned down by Yeat, Don Toliver, Synthetic, UpMadeIt, Streo.
| Song: | Heavy stunts |
| Singer: | Yeat, Don Toliver |
| Music: | Yeat, Synthetic, UpMadeIt, Streo |
| Lyrics: | Yeat, Don Toliver, Synthetic, UpMadeIt, Streo |
| Album: | King tonka (2024) |
Heavy stunts Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, hey
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (Hold on)
No, you is not mine (Uh, uh, woah, woah)
No, you is not
I’m not the two, I’m not the three
My b!tch bad (Huh-huh)
My money fat (Huh-huh)
And I won’t talk ’em, I’m goin’ bray’, I’m goin’ cray’
B!tch, I’m the one, I’m not the two, I’m not the three
Like the check when it bounce, leavin’ it, when it in
How you gon’ talk to me?
You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dumb lil’ cunt
No, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dirty lil’ b!tch (Ha)
No, you is not fine
I made a whole lot motherf*ckin’ money
Yeah, ’cause it’s all mine (Yeah)
I do a whole lot of motherf*ckin’ sh!t
Yeah, ’cause it’s my time
I do a whole lot, whatever I want
Drop his head off, shoot him with gun
I like head, yeah, I like the money
I like the big bag, I like the one (Woah, woah, woah)
You do what I say, you do what I say
You do what I say, yeah
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I start a riot in this b!tch (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, we could slide in this b!tch
And I could slide in that b!tch
1-7-5 in this whip
And I would never crash out
See, that is difference between you and me
You would pass out
Uh, uh, uh, hey
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (Hold on)
No, you is not mine (Uh, uh, woah, woah)
No, you is not
I’m not the two, I’m not the three
Uh, who that? The boy, that big old zipper (Woo)
Got racks out, it’s bustin’ out my zipper
In a Suburban with a big box, shipped off, it’s gone (Yeah)
Overseas, with a lil’ bad baby, Chanelly and all (Hey, yeah)
She bustin’ down in the strips, it’s reggaeton
Double C, get waitin’, I’m out, when she gettin’ it on (Woo)
All these hoes were poppin’ the mollies
Pulled off on a Harley (Err), why these hoes wanna top me
Why my fans wanna crowd me? Tell me how this soundin’
We trappin’ outta Downey (We chop—), on top of the mountain
My diamonds got me drownin’ (We chop—)
Ha-ha, this sh!t a big-big business, smoke you down like a cigar
My b!tch bad (Huh-huh)
My money fat (Huh-huh)
And I won’t talk ’em, I’m goin’ bray’, I’m goin’ cray’
b!tch, I’m the one, I’m not the two, I’m not the three
Like the check when it bounce, leavin’ it, when it in
How you gon’ talk to me?
You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dumb lil’ cunt
No, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dirty lil’ b!tch (Ha)
No, you is not fine
I made a whole lot motherf*ckin’ money
Yeah, ’cause it’s all mine (Yeah)
I do a whole lot of motherf*ckin’ sh!t,
Yeah, ’cause it’s my time
I do a whole lot, whatever I want
Drop his head off, shoot him with gun
I like head, yeah, I like the money
I like the big bag, I like the one (Woah, woah, woah)
You do what I said, you do what I said
You do what I said, yeah
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I start a riot in this b!tch (What?)
Yeah, we could slide in this b!tch
And I could slide in that b!tch
1-7-5 in this whip
And I would never crash out
See, that is difference between you and me
You would pass out (Uh-huh)
