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stunna 4 vegas - go dumb lyrics

[intro]
durel made this beat, i’ma rock with it (rock with it)

[verse]
b+tch, i make a million and rock with it (grr)
lil’ bruh upped that b+tch, it won’t stop hittin’ (come here)
hope they don’t think ’cause i’m pop, i won’t pop, n+gga
oh, i heard that they mad, ’cause i pop, we stop n+ggas (what else?)
i got rich, they act like i forgot, n+gga
won’t talk when it’s static, we shock n+ggas (let’s go)
it’s hot, like rizzo say, i put chip in your head, no frito lay
if i go broke, it’s kick door day, i came in this b+tch with a stick on me
n+gga, get out of line, put this gl!ck on him
they like, “why they came in here so deep?”
we tryna find out where your kinfolk stay (gang)
we come through like swat and clean your street
my lil’ n+gga just made him a sawed+off (boom)
i might pop the percs ’til i nod off (ayy)
i kicked down the door, knock the n0b off (uh)
i’m uppin’ that fye, sh+t pop off (fye)
mary claire give me top with her top off (gang)
these n+ggas fake like a knock+off purse (ha)
i drop a bag, get him knocked off (uh)
and i go pick up that bag to come rock out (gang)
tryna show out, he get shot down (boom)
we can go to one, n+gga, we got rounds (prr)
and i ain’t worried ’bout next ’cause i got now (uh+huh)
spin your whole block, b+tch, you gon’ hear gun sounds (boom)
i hop on the beat and walk down
like i do on the opp if they pop out (come on)
i can’t beef with ’em ’cause they not out (not out)
too much ice, i be cold when it’s hot out (ice)
you ain’t get no money, what you here for?
he savin’ that ho, he a hero (stupid)
i’m outsides smokin’ indo
big glock ring like a flip phone
we make n+ggas duck, play limbo
i beat the p+ssy up like kimbo
a n+gga get beat, no tempo
b+tch, play with somebody else, i ain’t no nintendo (‘tendo)
huh, extendos (uh) on all my glocks, for real, though(let’s go)
they callin’ for rings, got big 4 (x)
my lil’ shawty get loose out the window (gang)
my lil’ b+tch bougie with cute clothes
these lil’ n+ggas be broke with no ho (stupid)
down bad, he get exposed
they thought i was lowe’s, i get lows
i came from sh+t, my wrist froze (ice)
i’m ignant and icy as f+ck (f+ck)
want smoke? i’m lightin’ up
run up and he bitin’ his dust (on gang)
i was born to win, i’m ’bout my m’s
it’s gon’ be like that ’til its end (uh huh)
n+ggas talkin’, they talkin’ ’bout m’s (huh?)
i’m still gon’ spin like a blitz (uh huh)
she kept callin’, she bringin’ a friend
i’m finna go cool, just took me a ten
she gag on the d+ck, she got drunk off the hen’
i f+ck her like i just came home from the pen
off the top of the dome, i don’t need a pen
back early, b+tch, i ain’t no rookie
wanna f+ck, ho? i see you lookin’
i go dumb like i was a flunkie (ha, b+tch)

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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