Back to Top

Chevster - Stuntin' Freestyle (feat. Salo) Lyrics



Chevster - Stuntin' Freestyle (feat. Salo) Lyrics




Champion beanie on my head
Pull up to Publix, gettin' bread
You're gonna fail they always said
I ain't trippin' they was wrong
So I kept grindin', makin' songs
Now, look at me, I'm paid
I'm fresher than a fade
Your girl just got me laid

Came in the game, I'm stuntin'
Pulled up to scrap and when I got there your homies started runnin'
I woulda cooked 'em up, no oven
She superbad, McLovin'
I was born in the trap, thuggin'
Now you know that's cap, that's a wrap, I snap, I need me a nap, I sleep with the strap
I bet you wear Gap
I stay with the Prada
Baby, Im magic, tada (Uh)
Baby, you're tragic, nuh uh
Baby, you're tragic, nuh uh
Wherever I go you know flow
Both rap and in cash
Cuz wherever I go you know that

Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out

Stuntin', pump fake it
Shootin', I make it
I don't need suggestions
I'm the best, no question
Came through, came in hard, guess you didn't learn your lesson
So Seb and I opened up the booth for one for session

Look I used to be be down bad
Used to never have a bag
Was used to sleeping with a bat
But I grew from the rags
Now look at 'lil Salo
Used to always be down bad
Now he's living to the max
Now he's counting all these racks

Now back to the topic
I'm a pretty boy, Adonis
I flew out to the tropics, Dominican Republic
My flow is ill, it's chronic
Who you know that can rap like me
When I say I can sting like a bumblebee
Thought I was sick, drink some herbal tea
My girl is a keeper, don't need no cleats
But that's just me
Called game, no referee
Cooking heat, no recipe
Pray my opps may rest in peace
They're dead to me
Well to a degree
Another hit, definitely
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Her back, I beat dat
This track, I ran dat
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Her back, I beat dat
This track, I ran dat

Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Champion beanie on my head
Pull up to Publix, gettin' bread
You're gonna fail they always said
I ain't trippin' they was wrong
So I kept grindin', makin' songs
Now, look at me, I'm paid
I'm fresher than a fade
Your girl just got me laid

Came in the game, I'm stuntin'
Pulled up to scrap and when I got there your homies started runnin'
I woulda cooked 'em up, no oven
She superbad, McLovin'
I was born in the trap, thuggin'
Now you know that's cap, that's a wrap, I snap, I need me a nap, I sleep with the strap
I bet you wear Gap
I stay with the Prada
Baby, Im magic, tada (Uh)
Baby, you're tragic, nuh uh
Baby, you're tragic, nuh uh
Wherever I go you know flow
Both rap and in cash
Cuz wherever I go you know that

Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out

Stuntin', pump fake it
Shootin', I make it
I don't need suggestions
I'm the best, no question
Came through, came in hard, guess you didn't learn your lesson
So Seb and I opened up the booth for one for session

Look I used to be be down bad
Used to never have a bag
Was used to sleeping with a bat
But I grew from the rags
Now look at 'lil Salo
Used to always be down bad
Now he's living to the max
Now he's counting all these racks

Now back to the topic
I'm a pretty boy, Adonis
I flew out to the tropics, Dominican Republic
My flow is ill, it's chronic
Who you know that can rap like me
When I say I can sting like a bumblebee
Thought I was sick, drink some herbal tea
My girl is a keeper, don't need no cleats
But that's just me
Called game, no referee
Cooking heat, no recipe
Pray my opps may rest in peace
They're dead to me
Well to a degree
Another hit, definitely
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Her back, I beat dat
This track, I ran dat
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Her back, I beat dat
This track, I ran dat

Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out
Stuntin', I do dat
Ballin', I do dat
Your top, I shoot at
Your brains, I blew out
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Angel Luna, Salomon Solorio, Sebastian Serna
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Chevster



Chevster - Stuntin' Freestyle (feat. Salo) Video
(Show video at the top of the page)

Tags:
No tags yet