Stunna 4 Vegas feat. Icewear Vezzo Lyrics
"BMF"

(D.A. got that dope!)
(This shit 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 shit like BMF
We ain't the ones you should go against (nigga, I'm YRB)
I get shit 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, bitch
Two Glock twins look like Siamese twins
They know they fucked 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
Nigga play and he taking a trip

Nigga, 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 (yeah)

She let me fuck, she got too much ass in the back
When we spot an opp, I bet he have an asthma attack ( get yo' bitch ass down nigga)
She a freak

She like to ride with me with her head in my lap
I put shit in motion like the quarterback
I was that guy before I had a sack

These niggas washed like a laundry mat
Talking 'bout a hundred shots, bitch, we brought more than that
He love to wolf on that internet
'Til 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 shit like BMF
We ain't the ones you should go against (nigga, I'm YRB)
I get shit 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, bitch
Two Glock twins look like Siamese twins
They know they fucked 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 ass nigga want smoke
One pass, we blow shit
Got a F&N in my coat
Sliding, opps be hiding

Pull up to the crib where Dre shoots shit, shoot the show
Real drank man, 200 on the Patek
Off lean, lil' nigga, 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 762's don't leave in the car
Choppa on the seat, flex like Meech
Get shot in the street if you think you Lamar

Fuck them niggas, bitch ass sack
We don't lack at no shows, snuck heat in the park
Chain so bright, shine like a light
Nigga, close yo' eyes, niggas thinking it's dark

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

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 nigga whole drop folded (bitch)