[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
(d.a. got that dope)
This shit like BMF
But I'm YRB in here
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I jump out, diamonds hit, temper tantrum, throw a fit (Hit, hit, hit)
Move wrong, I let this Draco spit (Bah), take this heart (Bah), blow a kiss
Uh-huh, this shit like BMF, we ain’t the ones you should go against (Nigga, I'm YRB)
I get shit out of here (Blatt), you can't even duck if I blow the switch (Get ’em out of here)
Uh, we came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like "Swish" so don't try me, bitch (Huh)
Two Glock twins, look like Siamese twins (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They know they fucked up when they let mе in (They fucked up)
I need a hunnid K times tеn (Racks)
My lil' brother got booked for an M
He went to bid soon as I went big
When he touch, I got paper for him
[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I told the bros I'll make it for them (I'll make it for 'em)
Love to flex like I stay at the gym (I love to—)
Ain't lost a soul, they ain't make an attempt (Uh, no)
Nigga play and he taking a trip (Fuck)
Nigga, I won’t slip
I get ’em dipped, I got too much chip
I down a drink, I own too much sip
Uh, I get him stank, he got too much lip (That nigga stank)
Yeah, she let me fuck, she got too much ass in the back (Where you goin', bitch?)
When we spot an opp, I bet he have an asthma attack (Get your bitch ass down, nigga)
Uh, she a freak, she like to ride with me with her head in my lap (Eat, eat, eat)
I put shit in motion like the quarterback, I was that guy before I had a sack (Racks)
Uh, these niggas washed like a laundromat (Washed)
Talking ’bout a hundred shots, bitch, we brought more than that (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
He love to woof on that internet 'til we talk about cash, he ignoring that (Nigga, 'sup?)
Big F&N make him back up, I been broke before but I ain't going back (Uh-uh)
My lil’ bros love to act up (Gang), they hit his block in a stolo 'Cat (There you go, there you go)
(d.a. got that dope)
This shit like BMF
But I'm YRB in here
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I jump out, diamonds hit, temper tantrum, throw a fit (Hit, hit, hit)
Move wrong, I let this Draco spit (Bah), take this heart (Bah), blow a kiss
Uh-huh, this shit like BMF, we ain’t the ones you should go against (Nigga, I'm YRB)
I get shit out of here (Blatt), you can't even duck if I blow the switch (Get ’em out of here)
Uh, we came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like "Swish" so don't try me, bitch (Huh)
Two Glock twins, look like Siamese twins (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They know they fucked up when they let mе in (They fucked up)
I need a hunnid K times tеn (Racks)
My lil' brother got booked for an M
He went to bid soon as I went big
When he touch, I got paper for him
[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I told the bros I'll make it for them (I'll make it for 'em)
Love to flex like I stay at the gym (I love to—)
Ain't lost a soul, they ain't make an attempt (Uh, no)
Nigga play and he taking a trip (Fuck)
Nigga, I won’t slip
I get ’em dipped, I got too much chip
I down a drink, I own too much sip
Uh, I get him stank, he got too much lip (That nigga stank)
Yeah, she let me fuck, she got too much ass in the back (Where you goin', bitch?)
When we spot an opp, I bet he have an asthma attack (Get your bitch ass down, nigga)
Uh, she a freak, she like to ride with me with her head in my lap (Eat, eat, eat)
I put shit in motion like the quarterback, I was that guy before I had a sack (Racks)
Uh, these niggas washed like a laundromat (Washed)
Talking ’bout a hundred shots, bitch, we brought more than that (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
He love to woof on that internet 'til we talk about cash, he ignoring that (Nigga, 'sup?)
Big F&N make him back up, I been broke before but I ain't going back (Uh-uh)
My lil’ bros love to act up (Gang), they hit his block in a stolo 'Cat (There you go, there you go)
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