Stunna 4 Vegas – Long Lyrics

[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin’ up?
Uh, blat, blat
4X, 4X
It’s a rich youngin’
Superstar young nigga
Uh huh
Yes sir, uh huh
Huh, huh, huh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Ayy, who said they harder than big 4? (Who?)
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (Fuck)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close (Come here)
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on (Boom)
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong (Get ’em out of here)
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can’t reach me, lil’ ho, I’m high, sitting on Pluto (Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
I got this beat from Hollo
I fill my .50 up with hollows (Fuck)
We in the five-star with models (Thot)
This lil’ freak like to gag and swallow (Thot, thot)
Say I should turn up her bottle
I’m having racks like I hit the lotto
We turned her one way, narcos
My boy beat that pack out like he harpo
Big dog, I don’t fit in no kennel
Rich nigga, I be on the block like a sender
I’m a pimp, lil’ bitch, you can’t play with my mental (Yeah)
Sack him off, flex him out, he the man in the middle (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, they heard I drop hits and send ’em (Uh, huh)
I got hoes eating dick in the sprinter (Uh, huh)
I also got these bitch niggas mad ’cause they can’t be me, but if they play, I’ma kill ’em (Come on)

[Chorus]
Ayy, who said they harder than big 4? (Bitch)
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (Ice)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close (Fuck)
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on (Boom)
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can’t reach me, lil’ ho, I’m high, sitting on Pluto (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
He want smoke, then we give a bitch Chemo (Cancer)
He high, we can’t find him like Nemo
Set it off in this bitch like Cleo
Drop on his ass, make him dance like he Ne-Yo
Uh, I’m having more cash than a lil’ B
I make her go down and deepthroat (Thot)
My lil’ nigga slide ’til the week over (Uh)
Uh, I just smoked an opp in a pre-roll (Come here)
I ain’t sendin’ off shots on the Internet
Fuck nigga, I’m sendin’ them steppers
IG beefin’, I don’t like to get into that
TEC a bitch like Julius Pepper’s
He step up and get stepped on
Fuck boy better think with his head on
My young boy try to take his head off
He don’t give a fuck about a ten flown

[Chorus]
Ayy, who said they harder than big 4? (Bitch)
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (Ice)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close (Fuck)
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on (Boom)
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can’t reach me, lil’ ho, I’m high, sitting on Pluto (Uh, uh)

[Verse 3]
4X, bitch told me I put that drip on
She bringin’ head, then she get sent home
My lil’ boy like to hit ’til the clip gone
Trap open to everything, get sold
I still can’t move, walk around with that stick on me
Stick him up if he play, fuck a diss song
Uh, my youngins share, their mind gone
I hit your block, get busy, then get gone