[00:00.000] 作词 : Khalick Antonio Caldwell/Antwain Lamont Fox/Bryson Potts
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Khalick Antonio Caldwell/Antwain Lamont Fox/Bryson Potts
[00:00.0][Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
[00:01.54]4X, 4X
[00:04.87]4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way
[00:06.44]Grrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, brrt
[00:09.81]Bitch, free Glo (I got 20 on my beat)
[00:13.7][Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
[00:15.5]Yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (A hundred)
[00:16.90]I'm ****in' that ho when I met her, uh (Thot)
[00:18.82]Slime send that pack out like a letter
[00:20.84]Bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (Brrt)
[00:23.15]He say he gon' rob me, never (Nope)
[00:24.80]Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang)
[00:27.9]You and your niggas get hit wherever (Come here)
[00:28.87]Think I'm cappin', lil' nigga, just send a tester (Get him out of here)
[00:29.99][Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
[00:30.92]What's up with that woofin' on Instagram? (Woof)
[00:33.8]My lil' niggas spin nonstop like a ceiling fan (Gang)
[00:34.90]Rap about it, that ain't how you living, fam (You not)
[00:36.91]These niggas piss poor, they just need a helping hand (Hah)
[00:38.79]Big 4X, too slime, **** around and go hit a fan
[00:41.9]I hit her like I just came home from the can
[00:43.21]We ride with them drums, marching band
[00:45.4]Know we clean up your block like the garbage man
[00:46.95]These niggas hate 'cause I'm up now (Huh?)
[00:48.85]What the ****? (****) I just started, man (Uh)
[00:50.96]We sparkin' fire on the first nigga play with this shit (You)
[00:52.99]Better not get us started, man (Pussy)
[00:55.10]He say we dumb, we retarded, man
[00:56.74]We ride around with Dracos and carbons, man (Retarded)
[00:58.86]Glocks with thirties that got hollows in
[01:01.3]Them young niggas walk around like army men (Uh, uh)
[01:03.22]20 on the beat, I put twenty racks on you and your whole crew (Bitch)
[01:07.6]I was gon' blow, I told you
[01:08.76]Nigga think my niggas ain't on go, let me show you
[01:11.21]Hah, that lil' nigga lyin' on Pro Tools (Cap)
[01:12.86]I collect cash, tollbooth (Racks)
[01:14.93]You the type nigga tell 12 the whole truth
[01:16.81]Play, I cook a nigga like soul food
[01:18.30][Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
[01:18.97]Yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (A hundred)
[01:20.93]I'm ****in' that ho when I met her, uh (Thot)
[01:22.92]Slime send that pack out like a letter
[01:25.4]Bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (Hah)
[01:26.76]He say he gon' rob me, never (Nope)
[01:28.64]Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang)
[01:30.99]You and your niggas get hit wherever
[01:33.6]Think I'm cappin', lil' nigga, just send a tester
[01:34.53][Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
[01:34.91]Had a shootout yesterday, I shot 'bout a hundred (A shootout)
[01:37.41]Them bullets hit his head just like a bonnet
[01:39.55]I blindsided the nigga, he ain't see it coming (Blindside)
[01:41.53]Marching band chopper 'cause I be drumming
[01:43.61]We keep them sticks like blind niggas (Like blind niggas)
[01:45.16]If he hiding out then we find niggas (We find niggas)
[01:46.93]You think that I cap in my rhymes, nigga? (No cap, no cap)
[01:49.6]Ten shots, I put a whole dime in 'em (A dime)
[01:51.2]Yeah, big dawg, lil' bitch, I get too aggressive
[01:53.62]007, get hit with supressors
[01:55.53]I love toting Glocks, don't **** with Beretta
[01:57.33]And just like a wedgie, you know I'ma stretch you
[01:59.62]Kill with a passion (Killer)
[02:01.59]Like a mummy, we be wrappin' (A mummy)
[02:03.47]Like I'm Jackson, I like action (Action)
[02:05.31]Round of applause, bullets clappin'
[02:07.34]My jack got a beam, how the **** I'ma miss you? (How I'ma miss?)
[02:09.52]He dissin' the sauce, I'ma bring him the issue (Bring it to him)
[02:11.63]Now I'm smokin' on this opp pack (Light that shit up)
[02:13.54]Whack him, then put him in my swisher
[02:15.59]Choppa, you crazy, you do it for real
[02:17.51]They say I'm a psycho, I just wanna kill
[02:19.50]The difference between me and you
[02:21.58]I kill when I'm sober, you gon' need a pill
[02:23.54]But don't get me wrong, I love them Perkies (I love 'em)
[02:25.57]Throw his body in the oven just like a turkey (Heat him up)
[02:27.61]I'm quick to burn a nigga just like some herpes
[02:29.54]He was alive on the scene but he died up in surgery (He died)
[02:31.55]These real nigga bars, you cannot feel it (Can't feel this shit)
[02:33.64]Throw an opp in my way and I bet I'ma kill it
[02:35.42]Bitch, I'm a hustler, the pack, I'ma ship it (I'ma ship it)
[02:37.45]Call me Osama Bin Laden 'cause I be tickin' (Boom)
[02:38.59][Outro: NLE Choppa]
[02:39.43]Bitch, No Love, yeah