Stunna 4 Vegas - Animal / R & Beef [Fine Tuned Version] Lyrics

Uh, uh
4 time, 4 time

Ay, I pop a Perc', it give me more stamina
I hit that nat like an animal
She ate that dick like a snack, Danimals
Go get some racks what you better do
I put lil' bro on yo' head for a band or two
I know he'll handle you
Lil' nigga, I'll cancel you
You would get left like a vegetable

Ay, look lil' thot, I am not stressin'
You give me yo' face, I 'on't want the rest of you
Give me the top, I bop, got guap on my schedule
We like five hundred bowls ahead of you
Send the addy, we sendin' 'em
Stunna so cold, no medicine
I put in work for this shit, I'm a veteran
Ran off on the plug, he get blocked, I ain't answer him, uh
I kick my shit a lot
I grip a Glock, 'cause I keep a grip of guap
She like, "Stunna, you drippin'"
It be hard for me to pick a thot
If he playing both sides, that get 'em knocked off
Won't even be able pick a side
We beat down yo' block they like get inside
Bring out two 23's and my niggas slide

Me and Slime on boss shit
We trappin' loft to loft
We got them blocks on blocks
Put bread on yo' top, they knock it off
Lil' nigga, you cap, knock it off
Come to the trap, we got it all
Bags, K's, Glocks, and all
Lil' nigga you bitch like Barbie doll

Me and Slime on boss shit
We trappin' loft to loft
We got them blocks on blocks
Put bread on yo' top, they knock it off
Lil' nigga, you cap, knock it off
Come to the trap, we got it all
Bags, K's, Glocks, and all
Lil' nigga you bitch like Barbie doll

I pop a Perc', it give me more stamina
I hit that nat like an animal
She ate that dick like a snack, Danimals
Go get some racks what you better do
I put lil' bro on yo' head for a band or two
I know he'll handle you
Lil' nigga, I'll cancel you
You would get left like a vegetable

It's rich youngin', and the streets hottest youngin'
Now the wait is over
Rich Youngin' out right now, everywhere

Uh, uh
We let 'em thangs sang like it's R & Beef
I got rich but the hood still a part of me
These rappers don't really want war with me
Blue tips out this Glock, arteries, uh
Ion give no f*ck 'bout authorities
I step on a bitch in some Jordans
He want smoke then he want meet the Lord
I been that nigga since I was a boy, uh
I'm still in the streets like I'm poor but I'm not
I flooded my hood with k's
We got them Glocks on stage
He trip we give 'em a fade
Get smoked or get out the way
Go ask bout them boys we ain't playin' them games
A nigga get whooped on stage
He ain't gone want that little fifteen minutes of fame

Ay, it's all fun and game until I bust his brains
It's big 41 on both wrists and I bust the face
These bitches hitting, I might catch a case
They beat on like, Annie May
My lil' bro catch a op and celebrate
He get to clapping at him like patty cake

Uh, we let 'em thangs sang like it's R & Beef
I make 'em eat dust he get his head bust
Bitch nigga get flushed claiming he want some war with me
Rich you cannot afford to beef with me, this shit'll get risky
Play and they gone put 'em six feet
Jump in that water and swim with the fishes

Rich Youngin' out right now, bitch ass niggas