Stunna 4 Vegas - Lou Will lyrics

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Stunna 4 Vegas


[Intro]
Bee, bee
4X, 4 way, you get this sh*t the Glo way
4X
4X, uh, uh
Free Glo
Free Curry
DJ Lil Sprite on the track
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
I'm the one and I shoot like Lou Will (Score)
I'm bleedin', like they cut off my fingers
Conceited, I like countin' blue bills (Cash)
That lil' n*gga bald like Lil' Bill (Bald)
Say you a killer, we don't know who you is (Uh-uh)
He touchin' that fire in real life he won't shoot sh*t (The f*ck)
Freaky, I might just pull up with a new b*tch (Uh-uh)
Like I got a fever, I'm too sick (Hot)

[Verse 1]
I'm bussin' (Bussin'), she rollin' (Ooh)
Off this Perc', we gon' f*ck 'til the morning (Ooh)
I got her runnin' and moanin', from the di*k
Come here, lil' ho, where you goin'? (Come herе)
She cold, I'm icy (Ice)
I came in this b*tch, it start snowing (Huh)
n*gga claim hе don't like me, he wan' be just like me
Act like an opp, he a fan I know it (Ha)
They wanna see me fall (Uh)
di*k in the dirt, they won't knock me off (Uh-uh)
Before that I'ma kill 'em all
I drop, I drop a bag and get rid of y'all (Hey, b*tch get 'em outta here)
That b*tch wanna f*ck me raw (Thot, thot)
Put my hand up her skirt when she top me off
We rockin' with Glocks like it's Mardi Gras
n*gga think with yo head 'fore we saw it off
She sucked the di*k 'til her jaws locked (Uh, uh)
You would've thought she was on molly rock
Wan' f*ck me? Better look like a Barbie doll
I had to cut some n*ggas off 'cause they wasn't ready when gangsta sh*t start poppin' off
b*tch, you know I'm dope like fentanyl
My lil' n*ggas lift up then let him off
Anyone who an opp, I pray for y'all (Boom)
Open fire with this Glock, and spray all of y'all (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]
I'm the one and I shoot like Lou Will (Score)
I'm bleedin', like they cut off my fingers
Conceited, I like countin' blue bills (Cash)
That lil' n*gga bald like Lil' Bill (Bald)
Say you a killer, we don't know who you is (Uh-uh)
He touchin' that fire in real life he won't shoot sh*t (The f*ck)
Freaky, I might just pull up with a new b*tch (Uh-uh)
Like I got a fever, I'm too sick (Hot)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, b*tch, I love countin' blue bills (Racks)
She a freak, she just swallowed the blue pill (Freak)
She wanna f*ck on the guys, she like, "Yo crew lit"
We push up out of the bed hoppin' out in some new sh*t (Skrr)
Like, "DJ, drop my new sh*t" (The latest)
The youngin' be draped in the new sh*t (Hey)
My old ho ain't got sh*t on my new b*tch (Uh-uh)
I catch an opp, I gotta get me a new stick (f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up with this Mac, who you with? (Who you with?)
They knockin' you off and who you with (Come here)
You know I got that Nike, just do it (Check)
No advance, b*tch, I been ran through it (Uh-uh)
I'm the man these lil' n*ggas influenced
Hundred grand in a month I blew it (On gang)
Pay you late, you stank manure, sewer
Time 'fore time what the f*ck was he doing? (Ha)
b*tch, I came up from the cement (Uh)
She tryna catch my semen (Thot, thot)
Ho tryna kill my kids
I'm tryna make the opps meet the reaper
God on my side but I be with demons
f*ck the Scat', 2020, I might get a Demon
b*tch, I'm blowin' racks at Neiman's (Racks)
My lil' n*ggas blow opps for no reason
Oh, we wet sh*t and stretch sh*t
We tryna send shots not a message (f*ck)
Keep this Glock, b*tch, I'm very protected
Me and my bodyguard getting active together (No cap)
b*tch play and we step on whoever (On gang)
Who want it, nobody, who better than Stunna? (Whole time)
Lil' 4X, b*tch, I seen several of them
You lil' n*ggas need to get it together
Stupid
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