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no diss - stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz lyrics

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
blatt (d*mn, mybaad)
blatt, blatt, blatt (i’ma do it like that, yb)
(hollo)
(ayy, hollo, turn me up)

[verse 1: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
i just put a b*tch on the plane with a truckload
her name got flags, so i put her on the road (huh?)
if i put my face on the deep, you know that sh*t soaked (let’s go)
i just poured a four, i don’t think i can catch some cold (uh)
bankroll so big, sh*t can’t fold (can’t)
um, won’t tell ’em folks nothin’, i can’t fold (on god)
uh*huh, we turn up his block with spraycos (boom, boom, boom, boom)
and take over you trap like bankroll
uh, five lines in and i’m tryna pour eight more
f*ck n*gga can’t tell me where i can’t go (go)
sice fifteen i had a bankroll

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz]
i had clips for this potato (come on)
me and slime takin’ trips back*to*back to the max (brrt), we have a meetin’ with diego (shh)
uh, we havin’ guns by the caseload (boom, boom, boom)
we got to walk with the barcode (wock’)
huh, hе sippin’ green, he a weirdo (huh)
um, and i’m sippin’ wocky, a red rosе (wock’, wock’)
know i drop that clear in a faygo
taliban bust sh*t, then go lay low (get ’em outta there)
get a n*gga ass touched like playdoh
uh, park a big whip with this draco
we no hospital sh*t like ksoo (boom, boom, boom, boom)
havin’ this sh*t, give a f*ck if the bank hold
half of them n*ggas be showin’ them switches ain’t blowin’ them b*tches to go fed (goofy)
if you get locked up, how you gon’ play it? (rookie)
n*ggas ain’t havin’ no hats, that’s what coke said (what up?)
he was hidin’ inside, now his bro dead (b*tch)
i got a n*gga ass touched, i ain’t use my hand (grrt)
you know yrb step like a marchin’ band (look)
you know ginger tryna spin like he seen a fan (yeah)
i was eighteen when i seen a hundred bands (racks)
i run off on the plug like that ginger bread (ha)
n*gga, you a worker, b*tch, you a middleman
i’m a real*deal slime, i never show my hand (nah)
[verse 3: stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz]
bend through a hundred ten times, i’m d*mn near a millionaire (racks)
send a lo’ and i bet we’ll get it there (uh*huh)
but my opps p*ssy, they don’t wanna take it there
these f*ck n*ggas jab, they know we ain’t playin’ far
put this b*tch in the air with a hundred packs
my opps p*ssy, they hate with a hundred racks (racks)
i’m tryna step on n*ggas like a doormat (come on)
i’m tryna roll a opp in a throwback
uh, i tote big boy fire, no compact (boom, boom, boom)
turn up your bity, they beg me to come back (gang)
switch on the glizzy, i’m ready for comeback (gang)
keep two guns like i’m a rolex
pull on her bone, she ain’t have no track (track)
got a curb on my thumb, i’m countin’ more racks (racks)
b*tch brought her friend, i’m sendin’ more packs
gave me head in the car, she ain’t rode in no corvette
b*tch ate up the d*ck like i was important (uh*huh)
take off on the plug, i left him upset (uh*huh)
i’m sippin’ qua, i don’t want no tris
i send ’em shots, i won’t send no diss (f*ck you thought?)

- stunna 4 vegas yrb tezz lyrics

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