erthang geek'd - stunna 4 vegas lyrics
[intro]
[?] cappin’ (what up?), makin’ good smashin’ (okay)
louis loafer fashion (uh), swag fantastic (uh)
hula hoop dabbin’ (yeah), [?] smashin’ (n*gga)
bentley coupe shawty, yeah, time to let her have it
(oh my god, ivaaa, you blow ’em up)
[chorus]
pull up trackhawk jeep (come on), 10 milli’ on me (bah)
i might even take a pic and put that sh*t on all week (yeah)
ayy, my lil’ buddy ‘nem tweakin’ (tweakin’ out), go get a white sheet (grrt)
tryna get ’em x’d out, n*gga, i ain’t ’bout to tweet (b*tch)
ayy, i go ricky for the sneaks, five hunnid dollars prada tee
we pushin’ everything p (pushin’), i ain’t even hit my peak yet
it ain’t nothin’ to catch you when i’m tryna run me up a b
that whip red [?] n*gga, everything geeked (geeked)
[verse]
n*gga, evеrtyhing g’s (brrt, rrr)
they say it cost to be dog and i paid evеry d*mn fee (n*gga)
n*gga say he smokin’ bruh, we put him in a gang leaf (n*gga, get your b*tch ass over here)
f*ck some rap beef
tryna drop some cheese and f*ck these n*ggas up like tay keith (yeah)
i am the same n*gga when i’m all by myself or eight deep
i’ll have them gang members smashin’ down your street [?]
section 8 baby, tryna stack that money puttin’ it eight feet (n*gga)
i’m nothin’ like these b*tch n*ggas out here tryna play street (nothin’ like these b*tch n*ggas)
n*gga, i ain’t nothin’ like these b*tch n*ggas (uh*uh)
i don’t fit in with ’em
b*tch n*gga, i’m tryna lead by example for my kids (blatt)
ain’t much changed through the wrong things, i be quick to split your wig, n*gga (blatt, blatt, blatt)
they still ain’t got back for that sh*t we did to ’em
i tote a 10, my b*tch a ten, i might go big body benz on ’em (i might go big body benz)
n*gga, i got choppers all around the crib
pockets lookin’ like a crip, i wear that fire, b*tch, i’ma dip (six)
b*tch n*gga, your bro can’t tell you what it did when they slid on me (six, six)
[chorus]
pull up trackhawk jeep, 10 milli’ on me (bah, get your b*tch ass back, n*gga)
i might even take a pic and put that sh*t on all week
ayy, my lil’ buddy ‘nem tweakin’ (tweakin’ out), go get a white sheet
tryna get ’em x’d out, n*gga, i ain’t ’bout to tweet (no)
ayy, i go ricky for the sneaks, five hunnid dollars prada tee
we pushin’ everything p, i ain’t even hit my peak yet (n*gga)
it ain’t nothin’ to catch you when i’m tryna run me up a b (n*gga)
that whip red [?] n*gga, everything geeked (b*tch)
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