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Stunna 4 Vegas
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Noisy on the beat First things first If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt Second of all I'm puttin' in work I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt Keep that sh*t real, that's third No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb They get the check by the fourth Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven They talkin' plates, we already ate Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight N***as gon' hate, huh, okay I bet this nine make his a** lose weight Judge gave my brother ten He hit a move for eleven bricks Don't f**k with 12, I'm never gon' snitch The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks Fourteen, trappin' the bomb full of nicks, yeah Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 sh*t, hah New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes gettin' geeked Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet Gotta keep Glock-19 Never goin' out sad, that sh*t in your dreams N***as ain't gang, they dub Young n***as with me ain't 21, still in the club I heard that boy got hit up They say them folks hit his a** like twenty-two slugs Two-twenty-three, that LeBron Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond Whole twenty-five, I'm a don Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, n***a Broke n***a, go get funds, n***a I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, n***a I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that sh*t gone, n***a First things first If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt Second of all I'm puttin' in work I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt Keep that sh*t real, that's third No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb They get the check by the fourth Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven They talkin' plates, we already ate Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight N***as gon' hate, huh, okay I bet this nine make his a** lose weight (Noisy on the beat) Better stay with your pole in the 704, yeah, you know how that go (Boom) I was sicker than a b*t*h, I got pulled with six sticks in the city right after my show (F**k) I bang the 5 and my lil' n***a Crip, we both slangin' iron 'bout that 4, uh (4X) These Jordan 3's on they throat (Uh) I got two vibes tellin' me I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, uh (Thot-thot) I'ma tell you one time (Uh) Boy, you better not play with 4X (4X) I set the b*t*h up like a punchline (Let's go) When it's smoke, let's go, we gun firin' (Boom) My money long like the lunchline (Cash) I pull up like KD in crunch time (Score) Two bustdowns, they both mine (Ice) Still in the hood, I took off in no time (Blatt) First things first If a n***a ever cross the line, I'll put his a** in the dirt Second of all I'm puttin' in work I run this sh*t up, we ain't never gon' hurt Keep that sh*t real, that's third No nine-to-five, my n***as, they slang on the curb They get the check by the fourth Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 Huh, young n***a stayed down, came up from a seven They talkin' plates, we already ate Everybody got a sack, n***a, we straight N***as gon' hate, huh, okay I bet this nine make his a** lose weight (Noisy on the beat)
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