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stunna 4 vegas - punch me in, pt. 4 lyrics

[intro]
i got 20 on my beat, b-tch (lil’ b-tch)
uh, f-ck a n-gg-, f-ck a niga (i got 20 on my beat, huh?)
f-ck a n-gg- (4x, 4x, gang)
uh, uh, uh (4 way, you get this sh-t the glo way), uh

[verse]
f-ck a n-gg- and his clique too (f-ck a n-gg- and his clique)
we beat a n-gg- drunk or draw down, that’s how my clique move, uh, uh (huh? come here)
i got millions on my mental (cash)
i just signed a deal, i’ll still slide in a rental (uh, uh, uh, bow)
uh, diss who? (huh?)
n-gg- diss me, we gon’ make your family miss you (poof)
thought i was a referee, lil stunna too official
lil’ thot can suck and f-ck but no, i won’t kiss you (thot, thot)
uh, i won’t miss you (uh, uh, uh, uh)
yeah, i won’t leave the house without my pistol (i won’t)
go back and forth with the rappin’
my lil’ n-gg-s gon’ get you, uh (get him outta here)
try and flip you, they blitz you
i bet you wish you wouldn’t got into this sh-t (come here, huh?)
when they at your door like the rent due, yeah (bow-bow-bow)
i can’t spoil a b-tch food (uh)
i get it back and cash out at the mall
spent three racks on a fit, ooh (yuh)
f-ck it, i might buy a glick too (uh, uh)
i ain’t nothin’ like these friendly–ss rappers
i’m not with you, i’m against you (f-ck)
overlap ’em, i’m fin’ to (yeah)
my punchlines h-t like the stick move (yeah)
she wanna f-ck, she get hit with the spin move (huh?)
b-tch, give me your mouth, your dental (thot, thot)
she suck the d-ck ’til i’m finished (yeah)
uh, she suckin’ me in minutes (uh)
i cannot hate ’cause i get cake
he want a verse, i need 10k (ha)
cash, i ran through plenty
rich youngin, i come turn up in your city for a twenty
ooh, i got on my beat, 20, glock 23 hold 22
don’t tell me what you finna do (f-ck)
go with your move, we do a n-gg- pitiful (yeah)
i ain’t tryna talk with my revenue
f-ck n-gg- can’t come to my avenue (gang)
i’m on a roll, i’m travelin’
two gigs one night, that’s a bag or two
that get spent on designer shoes, uh (uh)
and designer sh-t, rockstar my feet
balenciaga kicks (uh)
a in for my bros what i’m tryna get (huh?)
then a n-gg- got rich, y’all punched me in
hang with the opps, you one of them
play with this sh-t and we up on them
four times, they know not to f-ck with them (four times)
uh, they like, “stunna, where the f-ck your mixtape?”
hol’ up, n-gg- (get off my d-ck)
i’m finna f-ck yo’ b-tch face (yo’ b-tch, n-gg-)
i’ma drop that sh-t when i want to, b-tch, wait (huh, huh?)
he a whole dub, eat him up, he a fish plate (come here)
pops shoulda used a rubber, n-gg-, you a mistake (p-ssy)
punch me in, call me mister one take (punch me in)
she get off work, eat that d-ck up for lunch break (thot)
i don’t give a f-ck what they gon’ say, n-gg-
play it, get sent up like blessings on a sunday, huh?

- stunna 4 vegas lyrics

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