Blueface, Stunna 4 Vegas - Wire lyrics
[Blueface, Stunna 4 Vegas - Wire lyrics]
(Extendo choppin' up these bricks)
(Cállate, Mike Crook)
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin’ the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin’ the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
I don't interact
My plug pay through the wire
Fuck the buyer, the feds want a supplier
Came from all flats to all new attire
Couple figures made me a public figure
I done ran up racks off the Saran
Before the rap, baby, I was the man
I was cool way before I had fans
Nothin' changed, bitch, I been in a Benz
Sticks on me like the boy in a band
Made a grand off ten dollars a gram
I don't interact when niggas
Trap on the 'Gram
Kush, pills, coke, I'm selling the Xans
Pigeon coupe, dirty birds in the van
If the plan go as planned
We double the bands
Can’t interact with the hand-to hand
Plug send a wire soon as it land
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin’ the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin' the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
I fly out to Cali to send some bags (Zoom)
For sure they sold when I send 'em back
(Sold)
It's smoke, let me know, we can handle that
You get hit with that fire
We ain't doin' no boxing match
I get fly like I sit where the pilot at
Think with your top, boy
We knock off your starter cap
Used to be broke
Now they know me across the map
Ain't shit change
I still ride with it in my lap
I'm on some shit, jack (Bitch)
Lil' nigga, I got big racks (On gang)
No friendly shit or no chit-chat (Nope)
You reach out for dap
You might get bitch-slapped (Pussy)
He think he tough, he got muscles
That Glock sit him down and
Make his homeboy sit back
It ain't no talking, click-clack, boom
He doomed
My lil' shawty knock him out his shoes (Bang)
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin' the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin' the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
(Cállate, Mike Crook)
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin’ the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin’ the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
I don't interact
My plug pay through the wire
Fuck the buyer, the feds want a supplier
Came from all flats to all new attire
Couple figures made me a public figure
I done ran up racks off the Saran
Before the rap, baby, I was the man
I was cool way before I had fans
Nothin' changed, bitch, I been in a Benz
Sticks on me like the boy in a band
Made a grand off ten dollars a gram
I don't interact when niggas
Trap on the 'Gram
Kush, pills, coke, I'm selling the Xans
Pigeon coupe, dirty birds in the van
If the plan go as planned
We double the bands
Can’t interact with the hand-to hand
Plug send a wire soon as it land
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin’ the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin' the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
I fly out to Cali to send some bags (Zoom)
For sure they sold when I send 'em back
(Sold)
It's smoke, let me know, we can handle that
You get hit with that fire
We ain't doin' no boxing match
I get fly like I sit where the pilot at
Think with your top, boy
We knock off your starter cap
Used to be broke
Now they know me across the map
Ain't shit change
I still ride with it in my lap
I'm on some shit, jack (Bitch)
Lil' nigga, I got big racks (On gang)
No friendly shit or no chit-chat (Nope)
You reach out for dap
You might get bitch-slapped (Pussy)
He think he tough, he got muscles
That Glock sit him down and
Make his homeboy sit back
It ain't no talking, click-clack, boom
He doomed
My lil' shawty knock him out his shoes (Bang)
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin' the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky
(Brr) payin' the low, chargin' the high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug send me the wire