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[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
4x, 4x
4 way, you get this sh-t the glo way
grrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, brrt
b-tch, free glo

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (a hundred)
i’m f-ckin’ that ho when i met her, uh (thot)
slime send that pack out like a letter
bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (brrt)
he say he gon’ rob me, never (nope)
me and the glizzy stick together (gang)
you and your n-gg-s get hit wherever (come here)
think i’m cappin’, lil’ n-gg-, just send a tester (get him out of here)

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
what’s up with that woofin’ on instagram? (woof)
my lil’ n-gg-s spin nonstop like a ceiling fan (gang)
rap about it, that ain’t how you living, fam (you not)
these n-gg-s p-ss poor, they just need a helping hand (hah)
big 4x, too slime, f-ck around and go hit a fan
i hit her like i just came home from the can
we ride with them drums, marching band
know we clean up your block like the garbage man
these n-gg-s hate ’cause i’m up now (huh?)
what the f-ck? (f-ck) i just started, man (uh)
we sparkin’ fire on the first n-gg- play with this sh-t (you)
better not get us started, man (p-ssy)
he say we dumb, we r-t-rded, man
we ride around with dracos and carbons man (r-t-rded)
glocks with thirties that got hollows in
them young n-gg-s walk around like army men (uh, uh)
20 on the beat, i put twenty racks on you and your whole crew (b-tch)
i was gon’ blow, i told you
n-gg- think my n-gg-s ain’t on go, let me show you
hah, that lil’ n-gg- lyin’ on pro tools (cap)
i collect cash, tollbooth (racks)
you the type n-gg- tell 12 to hold true
play, i cook a n-gg- like soul food

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (a hundred)
i’m f-ckin’ that ho when i met her, uh (thot)
slime send that pack out like a letter
bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (hah)
he say he gon’ rob me, never (nope)
me and the glizzy stick together (gang)
you and your n-gg-s get hit wherever
think i’m cappin’, lil’ n-gg-, just send a tester

[verse 2: nle choppa]
had a shootout yesterday, i shot ’bout a hundred (a shootout)
them bullets h-t his head just like a bonnet
i blindsided the n-gg-, he ain’t see it coming (blindside)
marching band chopper ’cause i be drumming
we keep them sticks like blind n-gg-s (like blind n-gg-s)
if he hiding out then we find n-gg-s (we find n-gg-s)
you think that i cap in my rhymes, n-gg-? (no cap, no cap)
ten shots, i put a whole dime in ’em (a dime)
yeah, big dawg, lil’ b-tch, i get too aggressive
007, get hit with supressors
i love toting glocks, don’t f-ck with beretta
and just like a wedgie, you know i’ma stretch you
k!ll with a p-ssion (k!ller)
like a mummy, we be wrappin’ (a mummy)
like i’m jackson, i like action (action)
round of applause, bullets clappin’
my jack got a beam, how the f-ck i’ma miss you? (how i’ma miss?)
he dissin’ the sauce, i’ma bring him the issue (bring it to him)
now i’m smokin’ on this opp pack (light that sh-t up)
whack him, then put him in my swisher
choppa, you crazy, you do it for real
they say i’m a psycho, i just wanna k!ll
the difference between me and you
i k!ll when i’m sober, you gon’ need a pill
but don’t get me wrong, i love them perkies (i love ’em)
throw his body in the oven just like a turkey (heat him up)
i’m quick to burn a n-gg- just like some herpes
he was alive on the scene but he died up in surgery (he died)
these real n-gg- bars, you cannot feel it (can’t feel this sh-t)
throw an opp in my way and i bet i’ma k!ll it
b-tch, i’m a hustler, the pack, i’ma ship it (i’ma ship it)
call me osama bin laden ’cause i be tickin’ (boom)

[outro: nle choppa]
b-tch, no love, yeah

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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