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Lyrify.me

ON FYE Original by Stunna 4 Vegas Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
It's Rich Youngin, bitch
Coast 41, nigga (Hollo)
Stupid ass nigga (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up), fuck, ha, uh

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
She wan' see how I live, so I'ma show her
Bitch, I got the bag like I'm a grower
The clip extended, you know it's showin'
I just popped some Perkys, you know I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin' (Keep me goin')
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My niggas slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)
Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Hot, bitch, I'm on fire
I'ma run this shit all the way up 'til I die (Cash)
Play with me, he better not try to (Uh)
Or you came to get hit with that fire (Yeah)
We deep like 300, Spartan (Yeah)
Spark shit like the Fourth of July, uh
Young nigga came from the apartment (On gang)
I was broke, but still had the glick on my side (I swear)
A nigga keep slippin', get hit on my side
Try to spin on my side and we flippin' the ride, uh (No cap)
He say he bustin', he lyin', he high
He a bitch, ain't never slung iron (What the fuck?)
I won't open my mouth, I'ma open fire (Boom)
Want smoke with us, commit suicide (Bitch)
Put dick down her throat, tell her, "Open wide" (Uh)
She a eater, the ho tryna chew the guys
I bang red, but I'm blue inside
Why you say that? Uh, my heart cold (Ice)
I'm 'bout my chicken like Roscoe's (Fuck)
Pressure on, they be tuckin' they taco (Where you at?)
Marathon, I ran them racks up (Okay)
I'm fuckin' that bitch with my strap and my ice on
Big slime, 4X a python
This nigga touch me and we slidin' all night long (Ha)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
She wanna see how I live so I'ma show her
Bitch, I got the bag like I'm a grower
The clip extended, you know it's showin'
I just popped some Perkys, you know I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin' (Keep me goin')
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My niggas slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)
Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Stuck in the trenches, got boosted in my hunger (Bitch)
My big time, I'm rich youngin' like Stunna
Fuck a million new hoes every summer
Cougar bitch, she don't care that I'm younger
Hit her once, then I'm blockin' her number
Bitch, my shooters ain't lettin' off jumpers
They ain't playin', they puttin' you under
See, we tryna score like the Thunder (Bitch)
In that field, we was young and rebellious
Can't let that pressure get too overwhelmin'
Hit with that Glock, rock him out like I'm Elvis
Forty bullets gon' knock off his helmet
Dump on a nigga like Ron at the [?]
Glizzy ringin' this bitch, call it FaceTime
[?] on a bitch and her feelings are [?] down
Hittin' this ho with a .40, we gon' let it slide
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
She wanna see how I live so I'ma show her
Bitch, I got the bag like I'm a grower
The clip extended, you know it's showin'
I just popped some Perkys, you know I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin' (Keep me goin')
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My niggas slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)
Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)