Stunna 4 Vegas, YRB Tezz – No Diss

Stunna 4 Vegas, YRB Tezz – No Diss Lyrics

Artist: Stunna 4 Vegas, YRB Tezz
Song: No Diss

Blatt [Damn, MyBaad
Blatt, blatt, blatt [I’ma do it like that, YB
[Hollo
I just put a b#tch on the plane with a truckload

Her name got flags, so I put her on the road [Huh?
If I put my face on the deep, you know that sh#t soaked [Let’s go
I just poured a four, I don’t think I can catch some cold [Uh
Bankroll so big, sh#t can’t fold [Can’t

Um, won’t tell ’em folks nothin’, I can’t fold [On God
Uh-huh, we turn up his block wiht spraycos [Boom, boom, boom, boom
And take over you trap like Bankroll
Uh, five lines in and I’m tryna pour eight more

f#ck n#gg# can’t tell me where I can’t go [Go
Sice fifteen I had a bankroll
I had clips for this potato [Come on
Me and Slime takin’ trips back-to-back to the max [Brrt], we have a meetin’ with Diego [Shh

Uh, we havin’ guns by the caseload [Boom, boom, boom
We got to walk with the barcode [Wock’
Huh, hе sippin’ green, he a weirdo [Huh
Um, and I’m sippin’ Wocky, a red rosе [Wock’, Wock’

Know I drop that clear in a Faygo
Taliban bust sh#t, then go lay low [Get ’em outta there
Get a n#gg# #ss touched like PlayDoh
Uh, park a big whip with this Draco

We no hospital sh#t like Ksoo [Boom, boom, boom, boom
Havin’ this sh#t, give a f#ck if the bank hold
Half of them n#gg#s be showin’ them switches ain’t blowin’ them b#tches to go fed [Goofy
If you get locked up, how you gon’ play it? [Rookie

n#gg#s ain’t havin’ no hats, that’s what Coke said [What up?
He was hidin’ inside, now his bro dead [b#tch
I got a n#gg# #ss touched, I ain’t use my hand [Grrt
You know YRB step like a marchin’ band [Look

You know Ginger tryna spin like he seen a fan [Yeah
I was eighteen when I seen a hundred bands [Racks
I run off on the plug like that Ginger Bread [Ha
n#gg#, you a worker, b#tch, you a middleman

I’m a real-deal slime, I never show my hand [Nah]
Bend through a hundred ten times, I’m damn near a millionaire [Racks
Send a lo’ and I bet we’ll get it there [Uh-huh
But my opps p#ss#, they don’t wanna take it there

These f#ck n#gg#s jab, they know we ain’t playin’ far
Put this b#tch in the air with a hundred packs
My opps p#ss#, they hate with a hundred racks [Racks
I’m tryna step on n#gg#s like a doormat [Come on

I’m tryna roll a opp in a throwback
Uh, I tote big boy fire, no compact [Boom, boom, boom
Turn up your bity, they beg me to come back [Gang
Switch on the Glizzy, I’m ready for comeback [Gang

Keep two guns like I’m a Rolex
Pull on her bond, she ain’t have no track [Track
Got a curb on my thumb, I’m countin’ more racks [Racks
b#tch brought her friend, I’m sendin’ more packs

Gave me head in the car, she ain’t rode in no Corvette
b#tch ate up the dick like I was important [Uh-huh
Take off on the plug, I left him upset [Uh-huh
I’m sippin’ Qua, I don’t want no Tris

I send ’em shots, I won’t send no diss [f#ck you thought?]
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From the album:
Make America Trap [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019