[Intro]
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I run up that money, yeah, I took flight (Gone)
Used to post up on that corner, damn near all night (Gang)
Like fuck the other side, them niggas know it's on sight (Fuck the other side)
Now I got Murda on the beat, so it's not nice (Uh-huh)
Still'll pull a murder on your street for the right price (Come here)
This Glock hold more rounds than Fight Night (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
She a freak, she wanna fuck 'cause of my ice, ice (Ice, ice)
I know they ain't see this shit comin' like a blindside (Uh-uh)
[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
They ain't see this shit comin' like an earthquake (Vrr)
I remember birthdays was the worst days (Uh-huh)
Now I got cake, so everyday be like my birthday (Cake)
Put it on his top, I get a nigga did the worst way (Bitch, come here)
I can't let 'em knock me off my pivot (Uh-uh)
Million dollar nigga, why that boy still walk around with that glizzy?
'Cause I'ma stop a nigga, I done came way too far from the trenches
We handle and clear the business, we dogs, them niggas vicious (Uh)
We ballin', get all them bitches, yeah, I ran up them bands
Got rich, took care of the fam
That lil' ho say I'm the man, these bitches know who I am
He play, we give him a ten (Ah), we wrap that boy like Saran
We never duckin' no rep, nigga, we ready to slam (Bitch)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I run up that money, yeah, I took flight (Gone)
Used to post up on that corner, damn near all night (Gang)
Like fuck the other side, them niggas know it's on sight (Fuck the other side)
Now I got Murda on the beat, so it's not nice (Uh-huh)
Still'll pull a murder on your street for the right price (Come here)
This Glock hold more rounds than Fight Night (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
She a freak, she wanna fuck 'cause of my ice, ice (Ice, ice)
I know they ain't see this shit comin' like a blindside (Uh-uh)
[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
They ain't see this shit comin' like an earthquake (Vrr)
I remember birthdays was the worst days (Uh-huh)
Now I got cake, so everyday be like my birthday (Cake)
Put it on his top, I get a nigga did the worst way (Bitch, come here)
I can't let 'em knock me off my pivot (Uh-uh)
Million dollar nigga, why that boy still walk around with that glizzy?
'Cause I'ma stop a nigga, I done came way too far from the trenches
We handle and clear the business, we dogs, them niggas vicious (Uh)
We ballin', get all them bitches, yeah, I ran up them bands
Got rich, took care of the fam
That lil' ho say I'm the man, these bitches know who I am
He play, we give him a ten (Ah), we wrap that boy like Saran
We never duckin' no rep, nigga, we ready to slam (Bitch)
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