[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
(I'ma do it like that, YB)
I'ma do it like this
(Damn, MyBaad)

[Verse 1: YRB Tezz & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy, brand-new load in (Hollo), bitch, watch 'em get it gone (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Bitch, I'm a real trapper, fuck n***a, ayy, what you want? (What you need?)
Ain't tryna kick you, fuck n***a, ain't tryna do a song
Ready for war bitch, my money long (Uh, my money long)
I'm a big Blood like HoneyKomb (Blatt, blatt)
We got what you need, uh, pills, packs and lean (Packs and lean)
Yeah, I like how she act on the beam (Thot)
Uh, she say she attracted to me (Come on)
She don't know that she traffickin' Ps (Uh-uh)
Uh, why you think that I paid for your lease?
I'm not tryna talk, keep it brief
Um, my bitch got them bags in her brief
Yeah, we hop out on spark when it's beef (Boom, boom, boom)
I make a ho fly with them Ps
Fuck her once, give her back to the streets (Fool)
We the ones puttin' n***as on tees (Bitch, come here)
Uh, y'all the ones callin' police
We still coppin' cars without the keys (C8)
Uh, I finesse her for that mouth and then I gotta leave (Bitch)
[Verse 2: YRB Tezz & Stunna 4 Vegas]
I gotta go back to the trap, I got 'bows to sell
Bitch, my trap do numbers, I got clientele (Bitch, I got clientele)
Uh-huh (Came outta there), can't you tell?
Soon as they land, we get 'em outta there (Gone)
Uh, uh, get a bitch Perc' dick, she tryna knock the yell (Uh, uh, uh)
That fame ain't change shit, we havin' guns and bales (We havin' guns and bales)
We'll turn up a fuck n***a block, bitch, we got tons of shells (We got tons of fire)
And I done took a hundred losses fuckin' with the mail (A hundred Ls)
Now I just put a bitch on a flight, I pray she make it there (I pray she make it there)

[Verse 3: Stunna 4 Vegas & YRB Tezz]
Uh, uh, she put that pussy on me and told me, "Take a care" (She told me, "Take a care")
Made me turn my Glock to fully, we ain't playin' fair (We ain't playin' fair)
Uh, place your order, we can get a bundle here, a bundle there (What you want?)
Super freak, shorty eat the meat right through my underwear
I'm super geeked, I'm sippin' all this syrup, I just threw back a tab (Geeked)
I'm super slimy, had to buck the plug, I'm like, "Fuck a tab" (Fuck you thought? Blatt, blatt)
We still play snatch and grab, fuck n***a, don't even reach for that (That n***a bold)
I up with the pole and make him dab
My lil' n***a tweakin', he want a hat (Get down)
I ain't finna beef in no chat (Uh-uh), we'll be on your street, knock B in the back (Let's go)
Can't go back and forth with these rappin' n***as 'cause I'm really in the trap (Swear)
Uh, uh, ain't finna drop no track, lil' n***a, I really get 'em whacked (Like I did, shh)
Uh, I'ma put fire on a opp n***a before I put this shit on wax
Uh, uh, every n***a with me got fire on 'em, hoppin' out, they screamin', "Blatt" (Blatt)
Every bitch with me got the suitcase, I already sent the pack
[Outro: YRB Tezz]
On God, blatt