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stunna 4 vegas - 38 freestyle lyrics
[intro]
let no n_gga play me like i’m p_ssy (cutta, we rich, hee_hee)
free glo
[verse]
uh, i can’t let no n_gga play me like i’m p_ssy
i pull up hoppin’ out the straight (hoppin’ out the straight), hold the hand, that sh_t get took (what else?)
b_tch, we get straight to the business (straight to the business), had ks layin’ in your bushes
f_ck i look like fussin’ out? (boom) i bounce out with this fully (bounce out with this fussy, boom, boom, boom)
i bounce out that switchy
uh, hit his bro, then hit ’em up, like, “f_ck n_gga, we did it” (ha)
ain’t finna mention, we get busy
wan’ talk on twitter, where your bl!cky?
i f_ck with nardo, we get wicked
play, i up fire on ’em, get to cl!ck it (fire, fire)
lil’ bro like to dump the clip, then flip it (fire)
blow the fire, the clip extended
slide the door back, get to hittin’ (come on)
i’ma blow that (exact), i’m out my top, i’m tryna catch a fitted
f_ck the other side (skrrt), we step on ’em like doormats for a livin’ (boom, boom, uh, boom, boom)
lil’ bruh got the drop, he say he finna suit up and go spin it (brat, brat, come on, brat)
i f_ck this cash up ’cause i get it
you catch his ass, step his ass, make a zelle, i send it
mama pray for me, i’m sinnin’
wocky_cky what i’m sippin’ (wock’, wock’, wock’)
when she eat me, it get sticky
yeah, we throw the fours and crack the fours, f_ck who get offended (like, “f_ck it, bro”)
lil’ bro hit the road, then sn_tch a load, he on a mission (trap)
tap his head, we wipe his nose, we don’t do attemptive (brat, nah)
f_ck the nat, i smash the ho, then pass her to the villains (gang, ha)
beat his block, whack his bros, we won’t leave a witness (uh_uh)
we won’t leave a clue, no, we won’t leave a trace (no trace)
my lil’ n_gga dirty waist, he like to walk down with that .38 (come here)
ayy, f_ck n_gga play, he lay, don’t give me thirty_eight (don’t give me thirty_eight)
they would’ve thought i was 21 how i keep a dirty k (i keep the dirty k)
ain’t finna back to back on that ‘gram, i catch a murder case (come on)
kick her out the v if she say she ain’t heard of ‘zay (’cause you ain’t heard of who?)
i’m loaded, floatin’ off them pills, i’m on my third today (on my third today, ha)
sh_t give me chills when i think about racks, i don’t know what to say (i don’t know what to say)
uh, sh_t give me chills when i think about all this sh_t
ayy, my dawg just got hit, i just wanna spark some sh_t
i almost lost my mind when i got that call and sh_t (don’t play with us)
made me wanna pick up my iron, go get in that car and sh_t (ayy, fah, car with us)
all this sh_t, my gun is on, my money long, we bust his dome (my money long)
we send him home, this expensive soda in my styrofoam
pour that sh_t up, we ain’t runnin’ out (raw)
i’m floatin’ through the city in the c8 with a hundred rounds (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
the switch up make a stutter sound (grrt, grrt)
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