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Slatt Intro - Stunna 4 Vegas & Yrb Tezz Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: S stunna 4 vegas yrb tezz | Published: 2024-20-09T14:32:56:00+07:00

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[intro: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
slatt
slatt
ayy, uh*uh
ayy

[verse 1: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
i*i got the trap goin’ dumb
f*ck that ho, i ain’t throwin’ no ones
f*ck her, then dip like i’m on the run
when i’m in my city, i don’t got a gun (why?)
’cause i got respect like a nun (yeah)
block hotter than the sun
og gas on my lungs (gang)
b*tch, i’m eatin’, i’ma need every crumb
i’m in the streets like a bum
[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
b*tch, i got that gang on my arm (yeah)
we got that green like a farm
gang in this b*tch, ring the alarm
oh, i hit that b*tch to get gone
i ain’t tryna f*ck, b*tch, leave me alone
drip crossed the plug, he did him wrong
get off my phone, you can’t get a song

[verse 3: yrb tezz]
nah, i get the pack, get it gone (gone, come herе)
i’m really a trapper, i don’t need a loan
smokin’ on cookie, i’m high as a dronе
so many plays, i need another phone
so many percs, she think it’s somethin’ wrong
real with ten bags of that strong (bags)
soon as i touch ’em, them b*tches get gone

[verse 4: stunna 4 vegas]
if you try to touch ’em, then you gon’ get gone (boom)
she ride the d*ck like a horse
my ni*my*my n*ggas ballin’, no sports
big*ass dope, we don’t smoke no ‘ports
lil’ n*gga, you a b*tch, jump off the porch (lil’ n*gga)
uh, f*ck on that b*tch like a savage
she eat it just ’cause i’m a rapper (thot)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers and trappers (gang)
they like, this lil’ n*gga snappin’
[verse 5: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
ayy, see a stain, i’m like a napkin (wipe)
b gon’ put ’em on a caption
b*tch, i got rich off trappin’
you ain’t got no money, lil’ n*gga, quit cappin’
i’m in the stu’ makin’ plays (trap)
h*lla racks like i’m servin’ j’s
i made your whole rent in a day
look, i’m always posted ’round the way (gang)
ayy, when i drop that ticket i put n*ggas in they feelings
i got lean up on my liver

[verse 6: stunna 4 vegas]
we ’bout the business
i don’t cuff these b*tches, i don’t love these b*tches, n*gga, i hit ’em (uh)
glove got the stick with that fifty piece
i want a wraith, f*ck an amg (skrrt)
these n*ggas say they don’t f*ck with me (f*ck ’em)
these n*ggas know not to play with me
whole lotta slimes and the k with me (slatt)
she suck me up, she can’t lay with me

[verse 7: yrb tezz]
big slime, they know not to play with me
jojo my brother, he stay with me
i’m runnin’ the game, i won’t take a knee
n*gga gon’ snitch, he won’t take a plea
b*tch, this my city, i got the key
he want a verse, he gotta pay a fee (cash)
[verse 8: stunna 4 vegas]
nah, you can’t get a verse for free
slime’ll put ’em on a shirt for me
she geekin’ on percs, tryna werk for me (thot)
i want the lean, don’t pass me no henessy
i got your b*tch and the stick with me (brrt)
these n*ggas acting how b*tches be

[verse 9: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
and i keep a flag like a referee (gang)
you ain’t eatin’, you a refugee (lil’ n*gga)
you ain’t got recipe, stand next to me
i’m in the hood where the robbers be
stick in me, it ain’t no robbin’ me
get ’em racks to the plug, n*gga, f*ck a shoppin’ spree
og gas, i’m smokin’ broccoli
real racks, your money monopoly
price low, n*gga, come shop with me (yeah)

[verse 10: stunna 4 vegas]
and b’ll come tear up your block for me (skrrt)
designer drugs, no, this sh*t ain’t cheap
we can’t hit the road, tezz trappin’ all week
no miami, n*gga, we got the heat
f*ck all that talkin’, b*tch n*gga, come see
these n*ggas do all that cap for ig

[verse 11: yrb tezz]
but catch ’em in person, them n*ggas be sweet
b*tch, i got that bankroll streak
traffickin’ ‘bows, i’ma need a g
they eat up the drip, but this sh*t ain’t cheap
b*tch, i been trappin’, what the f*ck is sleep?
pour up a four ‘fore a n*gga eat
b*tch, i can put your n*gga on his feet

[outro: stunna 4 vegas]
uh
in the street
slatt

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