Stunna 4 Vegas, Icewear Vezzo - BMF lyrics

(da got that dope) this shit like BMF
But I'm YRB in here

I jump out, diamonds hit, temper tantrum
Throw a fit (Hit, hit, hit)
Move wrong, I let this Draco spit
(Bah) , take this heart (Bah) , blow a kiss
Uh huh, this shit like BMF
We ain’t the ones you should go against
(Nigga, I'm YRB) i get shit out of here
(Blatt)
You can't even duck if I blow the switch
(Get ’em out of here)
Uh, we came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like "Swish" so don't try me, bitch
(Huh)
Two Glock twins, look like Siamese twins
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They know they fucked up when they let mе in
(They fucked up)
I need a hunnid K times tеn (Racks)
My lil' brother got booked for an M
He went to bid soon as I went big
When he touch, I got paper for him

I told the bros I'll make it for them
(I'll make it for 'em)
Love to flex like I stay at the gym
(I love to)
Ain't lost a soul, they ain't make an attempt
(Uh, no)
Nigga play and he taking a trip (Fuck)
Nigga, I won’t slip
I get ’em dipped, I got too much chip
I down a drink, I own too much sip
Uh, I get him stank, he got too much lip
(That nigga stank) yeah, she let me fuck
She got too much ass in the back
(Where you goin', bitch?)
When we spot an opp
I bet he have an asthma attack
(Get your bitch ass down, nigga)
Uh, she a freak
She like to ride with me with
Her head in my lap (Eat, eat, eat)
I put shit in motion like the quarterback
I was that guy before I had a sack (Racks)
Uh, these niggas washed like a laundromat
(Washed)
Talking ’bout a hundred shots, bitch
We brought more than that
(Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
He love to woof on that internet
'til we talk about cash, he ignoring that
(Nigga, 'sup?) big F&N make him back up
I been broke before but I ain't going back
(Uh, uh) my lil’ bros love to act up
(Gang) , they hit his block in
A stolo 'Cat (There you go, there you go)

I jump out, diamonds hit, temper tantrum
Throw a fit (Hit, hit, hit)
Move wrong, I let this Draco spit
(Bah) , take this heart (Bah) , blow a kiss
Uh huh, this shit like BMF
We ain't the ones you should go against
(Nigga, I'm YRB) i get shit out of here
(Blatt)
You can't even duck if I blow the switch
(Get 'em out of here)
Uh, we came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like "Swish" so don't try me, bitch
(Huh)
Two Glock twins, look like Siamese twins
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They know they fucked up when they let me in
(They fucked up)
I need a hunnid K times ten (Racks, phew)
My lil' brother got booked for an M (Phew)
He went to bid soon as I went big
(yeah, Drank God)
When he touch, I got paper for him (yeah)

Goofy-ass nigga want smoke, run past
We blow shit, got F&N in my coat
(Bah, bah, bah) slidin', opps be hidin'
(yeah, yeah) , pull up to the crib where Dre
Shoot shit through the door
Real drank man, two hunnid on
The Patek, off lean
Lil' nigga whole wrist full of snow
Brick full of coke (yeah)
Sell pills and the K got a Glock
19 with a switch and a scope tweak off a bar
(Hm-m) , Lambo' fast
Them 762s don't leap in the car (Skrrt)
Chopper on the seat
(yeah) , flex like Meech
Get shot in the street if you think you Lamar
(Pussy) fuck them niggas, bitch-ass sack, we
Don't lack at no shows
Snuck heat in the party chain so bright
(yeah) , shine like a light
Nigga close your eyes
Niggas thinking it's dark
Me and young Stunna, we up countin' racks
Countin' hunnids (Why racks?)
AR-15 like thunder
(Bah, bah) , traphouse jumping (What?)
I be in the crack house pumping, big Glock
They ain't eating off nothing
Whole watch froze
(yeah) , slide through the six
Thirty rounds in the clip that
A whole block totin' (That a whole hood)
These hoes be choosin'
(Hm-m) , thinking we going, you stupid
Leave a nigga whole drop folded, nigga
(Pussy)