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stunna 4 vegas - hits lyrics

[intro]
this sh-t really easy when you don’t try
ay shout out my gang n-gg-
4x
rx whammy n-gg-
4 way before you get this sh-t glow way
it’s a whole lot of slime sh-t too n-gg-
ay i’m runnin around with a stick
ay i’m finna start sending hits

[verse]
i’m finna start sendin hits
og on frontline like he bout the business (get em)
i ride around with the stick (that fire)
i can’t go out like a lick (uh uh)
no i ain’t cuffin no thot (thot)
cause i get around like a lyft (uhhh)
plays on my line like a bich (plays)
k roll i sorta remix
drum roll we pull up with sticks (grrr)
d-d-dugga get hit (graa)
lil joe got the mac who you with? (yuh)
now lil bro bustin yo sh-t (come here)
i ask em run me yo sh-t
me and trap swag got them pistols (yuh)
she wanna f-ck cause i’m rich (rich)
p-ss her to slime -ssist (bich)
yo pockets on [?] you beffin bout a bich
better get off ya d-ck (huh)
i ain’t with that switching sh-t
only see me with the clique (gang)
uh stunna ice cold i’m tryina stack up the racks like light pole
we upin straps
light show
these hammers is 2’s it give his -ss life pause (grraa grraa grrra)
(take his whole life oh n-gg- we slidin tonight oh)
i flex some racks in her face (racks)
free my lil brother he fighting the case
say something bout racks you dyin today
i get on that gas and start flying away (uuh)
i get on that gas (uh uh)
make me get on yo -ss (make me get on yo -ss)
ay these n-gg-s mad
cause i got some cash
go get you a bag (go get you some cash)
get yo bich on a flight
lay her on a pillow i beat from the back uh (thot thot)
i ain’t lovin no nat so i thought f-ck
i gotta scat uh (i’m gone)
since he tryina flat
he finna get smashed and turned to a pack (ay come here lil n-gg-)
since he tryina flat
he finna get smashed and turned to a pack (pow pow pow pow)
n-gg- zipped up no ziplc-k (uh)
these n-gg-s fake like they wrist watch (n-gg-s fake)
him outside i’m comin like tik tok (uuuuhh)
we take care of party no pitstop (nah)
she say i’m turnt up like tip off (i’m turnt)
she in the room with her t-ts out (big turnt)
i used to sit in the trap spot (yeah)
i’m in the stu making hits now (yeah)
i got cash i can send hits now
i can get a whole gang hit now (lil bich)
ay im finna start sendin hits (huh)
og on frontline like he bout the business (okay)
ay i ride around with that stick (i ride around with that fire)
i got bread on my mind
f-ck is a bich?
put some bread on yo mind you sick (uh)
[??????] (lil n-gg-)
put r.i.p under his pic
ay i’m finna start sendin hits

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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