[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy (Ayy)
Ayy (Ayy)
(Monster)
Ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
(Papa got no plug, nigga)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
If we beefin', nigga, we ain't squashing shit (Fuck it)
Pull up on 'em, we'll pop your shit (Prr)
Shooters with me, better watch your lip (Gang)
My youngins show 'em how that Glock can spit
I can show you how to hit a lick
They run off with sauce, watch 'em eat up the drip (Bitch)
I got these blues, might've thought I was Crip
Fuck that bitch from the back, man, that ho's throwin' fit (Uh)
If we beefin', nigga, we ain't squashing shit
Pull up on 'em-pull up on 'em (Bah), we'll pop your shit (Brrt)
Shooters with me, better watch your lip (Gang)
My youngins show 'em how that Glock can spit
I can show you how to hit a lick
They run off with sauce, watch 'em eat up the drip (Bitch)
I got these blues, might've thought I was Crip
Fuck that bitch from the back, man, that ho's throwin' fit (Uh)
[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Bullets smoke a nigga likе a zip (Boom)
Ayy, these niggas be jockin' as shit (Bitch)
Lil' nigga, but I'm poppin' big shit
Spin on who block? Wе gon' pop at his shit (Skrrt)
Ayy, I roll the Backwood with your bitch (Gas)
She told me her nigga a lick (Bitch)
I'm diggin' all in her and giving her dick
Diggin' all in her, I'm leavin' her sick (Ayy)
Pull out the camera, we might make a flick
Me and gang-me and gang lit in this bitch like a Bic (Thot)
Pull up with sticks, leave him zipped off the rip (Boom)
We ain't sayin' shit, we gon' stick to the script
Ayy, fuck with this shit, you get killed
G gon' walk down, shoot that bitch 'til it click (Gone)
Last nigga played, lil' nigga got flipped
Ayy, and Tezz get them bands on a ship (Ayy)
All day jumping like tip off
Fuck a nigga-fuck a nigga bitch, leave him pissed off (Thot)
Make her suck dick 'til it get soft (Ayy)
Nigga say it's-nigga say it's on and it get off
I want the chicken, no crystals (Cash)
Touch and Glo hangin' out the window
Fuck the lil' box, get shit smoked (Ayy)
Fuck the lil'-fuck the lil' box, get shit smoked (Boom)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas & YRB Tezz]
If we beefin', nigga, we ain't squashing shit (Fuck it)
Pull up on 'em, we'll pop your shit (Prr)
Shooters with me, better watch your lip (Gang)
My youngins show 'em how that Glock can spit
I can show you how to hit a lick
They run off with sauce, watch 'em eat up the drip (Bitch)
I got these blues, might've thought I was Crip
Fuck that bitch from the back, man, that ho's throwin' fit (Uh)
If we beefin', nigga, we ain't squashing shit (Fuck it)
Pull up on 'em, we'll pop your shit (Prr)
Shooters with me, better watch your lip (Gang)
My youngins show 'em how that Glock can spit
I can show you how to hit a lick
They run off with sauce, watch 'em eat up the drip (Bitch)
I got these blues, might've thought I was Crip
Fuck that bitch from the back (Ooh), man, that ho's throwin' fit (Ayy)
[Verse 2: YRB Tezz]
Racked up like I hit a bank (Like I hit a bank)
Trap shit, bitch, I do what you can't (Trap)
Call my shooters, they did ran at your place (Place)
Act up, JoJo eat the plate (Yeah)
Free Wop, lil' Glo did the race (Free Wop)
Face good, bitch, I'm always 'round the way
If you want a 'bow of verse, you gotta pay
Diss the gang, man, I swear it ain't safe
Free all the bros, man, they eatin' good every day (Cap)
I'm in the 'Cat with the K
Fuck the talkin', nigga ain't runnin' phase (Nigga ain't runnin' phase)
B put the Glock on his head like the fade
G got the ticket like an arcade (Like an arcade)
Poured up a four in a Minute Maid
Got the stick on my hip when I'm on the stage (When I'm on the stage)
Reach for my chain, make the frontpage
I'm a trapper, not a rapper (Trapper, not a rapper)
Get the pack and then I turn it to Casper (Then I turn it to Casper)
Get it sold 'fore I bust out the wrapper ('Fore I bust out the wrapper)
Not friendly, I don't fuck with you rappers (I don't fuck with you rappers)
Touched fifty 'fore your favorite rapper ('Fore your favorite rapper)
Got the 'bows and you know I'ma tax you (Know I'ma tax)
Fuck scars and beefin', come and take your package (Slatt)
Young niggas hittin' licks for a fashion (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
If we beefin', nigga, we ain't squashing shit (Fuck it)
Pull up on 'em, we'll pop your shit (Prr)
Shooters with me, better watch your lip (Gang)
My youngins show 'em how that Glock can spit
I can show you how to hit a lick
They run off with sauce, watch 'em eat up the drip (Bitch)
I got these blues, might've thought I was Crip
Fuck that bitch from the back, man, that ho's throwin' fit (Uh)
If we beefin', nigga, we ain't squashing shit
Pull up on 'em, we'll pop your shit (Prr)
Shooters with me, better watch your lip (Gang)
My youngins show 'em how that Glock can spit
I can show you how to hit a lick
They run off with sauce, watch 'em eat up the drip (Bitch)
I got these blues, might've thought I was Crip
Fuck that bitch from the back, man, that ho's throwin' fit (Uh)
