Stunna 4 Vegas – BMF

Stunna 4 Vegas – BMF Lyrics

Artist: Stunna 4 Vegas
Song: BMF

(D.A. got that dope!)
This sh#t like BMF
But I’m YRB, man
I jump out, diamonds hitting

Temper tantrum, throw a fit
Move on
I let this Draco spit
Take his heart, blow a kiss

Uh huh, this sh#t like BMF
We ain’t the ones you should go against (n#gg#, I’m YRB)
I get sh#t outta here
You can’t even duck if I blow the switch

We came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like Swish, so don’t try me, b#tch
Two Glock twins look like Siamese twins
They know they f#cked up when they let me in

I need a 100K times ten
My lil’ brother got booked for a 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
Love to flex like I stay at the gym
Ain’t lost a soul, they ain’t make an attempt
n#gg# play and he taking a trip

n#gg#, I won’t slip
I get ’em dipped, I got too much chip
I down the drank, don’t too much sip
I get ’em stanked, he got too much lip

She let me f#ck, she got too much #ss in the back
When we spot an opp, I bet he have an asthma attack
She a freak
She like to ride with me with her head in my lap

I put sh#t in motion like the quarterback
I was that guy before I had a sack
These n#gg#s washed like a laundry mat
Talking ’bout a hundred shots, b#tch, we brought more than that

He love to wolf on that internet
Till we talk about cash, he ignoring that
Big F&N make him back up
I been broke before but I ain’t going back

My lil’ bros love to act up
They hit his block in a stolo ‘Cat
I jump out, diamonds hitting
Temper tantrum, throw a fit

Move on
I let this Draco spit
Take his heart, blow a kiss
Uh huh, this sh#t like BMF

We ain’t the ones you should go against (n#gg#, I’m YRB)
I get sh#t outta here
You can’t even duck if I blow the switch
We came with sticks like a Chinese dish

We score like Swish, so don’t try me, b#tch
Two Glock twins look like Siamese twins
They know they f#cked up when they let me in
I need a 100K times ten

My lil’ brother got booked for a M
He went to bid soon as I went big
When he touch, I got paper for him
Goofy #ss n#gg# want smoke

One pass, we blow sh#t
Got a F&N in my coat
Sliding, opps be hiding
Pull up to the crib where Dre shoots sh#t, shoot the show

Real drank man, 200 on the Patek
Off lean, lil’ n#gg#, whole wrist fulla snow
Brick full of coke, sell pills and the K
Got a Glock 19 with a switch and a scope

Tweak off a bar, Lambo’ fast
Them 762s don’t leave in the car
Choppa on the seat, flex like Meech
Get shot in the street if you think you Lamar

f#ck them n#gg#s, b#tch #ss sack
We don’t lack at no shows, snuck heat in the park
Chain so bright, shine like a light
n#gg#, close yo’ eyes, n#gg#s thinking it’s dark

Me and young Stunna
We up countin’ racks, countin’ hunnids
AR-15 like Thunder
Traphouse jumping

I be in the Crack house pumping
Big Glock, they ain’t eating off nothing
Whole watch frozen, slide through the 6
30 round in the clip, yeah, the whole block totin’

These hoes be choosing, thinking we going
You stupid, leave a n#gg# whole drop folded (b#tch)
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Release Year: 2022