[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
(K Hendrix cold as a motherfucker)
I'm a made nigga, how the fuck a nigga made me? (I'm Rae Rae's son, nigga)
(Ayy, Chriso made this beat)
Made nigga, ain't no nigga made me (That's on my mama, nigga)
Uh-huh, no nigga made me, nigga
I'm a made nigga, how the fuck a nigga made me, nigga?
Blllt-blllt (Uh), blllt-blllt

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm a made nigga, ain't no nigga made me
I'm the dope, for me to speak, they got to pay me
Ayy, ho, I'm the G.O.A.T., he play, I put a nigga eight feet
Send lil' bro to hit your street, yeah, shit'll get creep, yeah
Fuck nigga play, I bet we beat him like a slave
Soon as I signed, I went and bought so many K's
Demon out the window, love to let his chopper spray
Show 'em what it's hittin' for, we get niggas out the way

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We still recycle throwaways
Send a shot, bitch nigga, don't throw no shade
Have your mama at the wake, nigga tryna throw a fade
We leave yellow tape, nigga go against the grain
We done caused so much of pain
I give a fuck about some fame, bitch, my baby mama straight
I go too hard for that pape', nigga, know where my son stay
Fuck nigga playin' with my blood, it'll get your blood ate (Bitch nigga)
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