Stunna 4 Vegas

"Up"

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Slime sh*t
4X
4 way, you get this sh*t the Glo way
Free Glo
Free Whammy
Free DooWop
Free Torch
b*tch

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm going up like my prices
Gave her Perc and got her excited
I'm taking off like a pilot
We don't play in the club
We starting a riot
Giving pounds out like a diet
If I can sell it, I'll buy it
Lil' bro take his pack, minus
Wipe a n*gga out, no sinus

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Wipe a n*gga out, clean
I got the b*tches like Charlie Sheen
I'm the sh*t, f*ck do you mean?
Big racks can't fit in my jeans
I hit that lil' hoe and she felt it
We got that green, Celtic
Put that fire on his man and he melded
I'ma ball hard and eat it all, I'm selfish
We smoking sticks, Dodgers
These n*ggas b*tch, often
I'm smoking dope like Bob Marley
Hit 'em and dip, they all salty
Go diving and sh*t like Jeff Hardy
Smack him around like his stepfather
These n*ggas lame and they set hoppers
My n*ggas bang and they step more
My n*ggas slime snakes
Set him up on a blind date
She give me her mind, face
Stunna so cold, ice skate
Bro, beat the pack out like anime
These n*ggas fake, anime
Knock off a opp, celebrate
Man, these n*ggas shrimps, I'm heavyweight
I'm tryna sign my lil' brother thuggin'
Tryna shoot sh*t in public
Come here
Hold up, I gotta switch the subject
'Cause these lil' n*ggas soft like Teletubbies
We at my shows on stage, clutchin
n*gga get outta bounds, and get shot like a bucket
Drown down with them rocks, flushin'
We burned his ass like Usher

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm going up like my prices
Gave her Perc and got her excited
I'm taking off like a pilot
We don't play in the club
We starting a riot
Giving pounds out like a diet
If I can sell it, I'll buy it
Lil' bro take his pack, minus
Wipe a n*gga out, no sinus

[Verse 2: Comethazine]
Hundred racks on my neck
Bet a n*gga won't touch it, though
Pull up holding on a XD
You know a n*gga gotta clutch it, though
Let a n*gga run up on me
Ooh, he ain't gon run no mo'
Talkin' 'bout, "All these b*tches love me now"
They just want me for my money, though
He was talking, had to run him down
Caught him walking out the liquor store
I'm smoking dope at my mansion
Boy, you gotta smoke on a patio
I just drop music and make millions
Yo' ass be flipping the patties, though
In all of your music, you trapping
In real life, you working at Rally's, though

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm going up like my prices
Gave her Perc and got her excited
I'm taking off like a pilot
We don't play in the club
We starting a riot
Giving pounds out like a diet
If I can sell it, I'll buy it
Lil' bro take his pack, minus
Wipe a n*gga out, no sinus

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