STUNTMAN 2.0 (GOOD STUFF) lyrics

[Intro]
Tommy Comet
Vigz did the beat, so you know he make it nasty
Yeah!

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman
Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin
And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it
[?], SRT, hunt them (Rah) (Vroom)
Uh-uh, oh-oh, bae I bet you got that good stuff
b*tch you got that good stuff
Yeah, she got the good stuff, hoe you got the good stuff
And she a hood hoe, heard she stay off Melrose (Lauderdale)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
I done seen things that make your head spin
I exercise [?], my face feel like Rick
White b*tches treat me like Dr. Umar Johnson
I'ma need your conscience while you in the c*ckpit, you gotta—

[Post-Chorus: Robb Bank$ & C Smove]
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (You wanna)
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (b*tch, you better)
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Yeah, yeah, you better)
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Pop lock and drop it, pop lock and drop it
b*tch, 'til you break the socket, if your home alone call me
I feel like Macaulay Culkin, b*tch you actin' stood, stop it
f*ck round throw a drank on you, you would wear a cape for a [?]
I go berserk, all the Percs and Amphetamine
b*tch, you turn pus*y like a Animorph, you thought I couldn't read
I'm on ten, off the lease, bout' to get the green
Forty-three, to the enemy, [?] energy
High-stepper, murderer, body-killa'
Growing—Godzilla, heat-seeker, shot-sender
God-killer, Big god-hand Femto
Yeah, the ice-wearer, they skated on me, go figure
Blunt to my lips, chrome on my chest
Gun on my hip, prone to f*ck sh*t
Unloading my clip, aim it at your tent
Perky not no fear, lookin' for a lick

[Bridge: Robb Bank$]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You know I'ma made man (Yeah)
Nah, love ain't in me, it's in them
b*tch, mwah

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Don't no gun jam, I'm the stuntman
Keep them suckin', spittin' on her pumpkin
And I got the club lit, Joe Budden, p-pump it
[?], SRT, hunt them (Rah) (Vroom)
Uh-uh, oh-oh, bae I bet you got that good stuff
b*tch you got that good stuff
Yeah, she got the good stuff, hoe you got the good stuff
And she a hood hoe, heard she stay off Melrose, bih' you gotta—
[Post-Chorus: Robb Bank$ & C Smove]
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (You wanna)
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (b*tch, you better)
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Yeah, yeah, you better)
Back it up and dump it, ba-back it up and dump it (Bust it, yeah, two chrome Berettas)