stunna 4 vegas – intro lyrics
[intro]
this big 4x
i’ll have fat dave come smack a n-gg- on gp
turn it up, trap
f-ck
it’s four times, ha, it’s four times
four times
i got twenty on my feet
[verse]
these n-gg-s don’t rap what they livin’ (facts)
but it sound good, i admit it (cap)
n-gg-s can’t even come out in they city (ha-ha)
but still they want smoke, no, n-gg-, quit it
better watch what you say when you spittin’
or speakin’ on stunna, bout him it get wicked (come here)
i ain’t finna give no little rapper attention
these n-gg-s can’t do it like me, i’m the illest (get ’em outta here)
that lil’ n-gg- go bape, gorilla, uh
it’s big four times, i’m the top dog (four times)
you ain’t never knock no opp off (f-ck)
you ain’t even got yo own iron, dog (we cap)
these n-gg-s on d-ck, hop off
hot, they mad ’cause i overlapped y’all (go)
i ain’t even try outrap y’all (yeah)
y’all n-gg-s can’t even rap, dog (uh)
b-tch, i’m the sh-t, i know you know this (ooh)
she ride the d-ck, roller coaster (thot-thot)
that lil’ n-gg- dope, i’m overdosin’ (dope)
own dracos and glocks, he want smoke, we blow it
these n-gg-s don’t be at my shows (uh)
they be on the net under posts (b-tch)
slime doin’ bad, gross (slime)
he get hit with that fire and start callin’ for holy ghost (ha-ha)
turn me up, trap
make sure they hear me in the back (ha)
n-gg- touch me, i’m droppin’ some racks on his head
my lil’ n-gg- bringin’ it back (b-tch)
i ain’t internet cappin’ with rappers that’s put up
but swear that they livin’ like that (ha)
whole time they wanna be me (f-ck)
i’ma big dog, you n-gg-s pee-wees (uhh)
i ride with that g-g (ah)
i ain’t wifin’ that thot, she a fifi (uh)
i’m a man wh-r- like stevie (yeah)
j and that k stay with me, please believe me
n-gg-s ain’t know sh-t when they see me (uh)
n-gg- probably wanna give me his cd (ha-ha)
stunna go dumb, re-r-t-rded
with that glock i’ll leave a n-gg- six feet (haa)
or i’ll have bruh and them, go beat a n-gg- tipsy (p-ssy)
smack the sh-t out a n-gg- like nipsey
i’m strapped when i come to your city
this lil b-tch just like, “pick me
stunna, i wanna go home with you and go freak freak”
that little b-tch a thot, eat-eat
she goin’ hard, she pops h-lla e, e (ooh)
uh, uhh
b-tch, this is the intro (four times)
n-gg- touch stunna and he get smoked
slide down your block, my boys hang out the window
my lil’ n-gg-s creep, tip-toe
i’m goin’ up so i keep a stick close
we got more gas than a citgo
more shots than the army, we blowin’ big smoke (what)
[outro]
four times
what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gg-?
been waitin’ this sh-t, n-gg-
haa
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