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Stunna 4 Vegas

"No Reason"

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
30 face, 30 face
Uh, huh?
4 Way, you get this sh*t the Glo way, youngin'
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Creepin'
Lil' bro, we got to slide on these youngins, man
Huh? Huh?

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this sh*t look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make sh*t hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason
Uh, we creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this sh*t look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make sh*t hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason

[Verse 1: Jimmy Wopo]
Fresh like beginning of the season
I hit my boy for the D, I [?] and I'm leanin'
He caught a hitter like O-10, can't say he go off, the sh*t wasn't recent
When I'm out the store, the trap open
The burglar's boy rob you as soon as I'm leavin'
My diamonds are bustin' and blowin'
The neck and the Rollie, it colder than [?]
Ayy, surprise party, we brought five .40's
Ain't gotta drive, they gon' ride for me
Say that, you gotta go die for me
Hope to keep the choppers off my IG story
That ain't your chef, you like Raven and Cory
Whippin' up baby, might take me to Maury
Takin' the trap and I'm takin' the jewelry
Robbin' your life and we takin' your jewelry
.40's is on me like I'm Robert Horry
[?] ain't on me, bro towin' it for me
How you the boss and you don't got a thottie?
I pay the cost and they blowin' you for me
.40's is on me like I'm Robert Horry
[?] ain't on me,bro towin' it for me
How you the boss and you don't got a thottie?
I pay the cost and they blowin' you for me, lame

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this sh*t look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make sh*t hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason
Uh, we creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this sh*t look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make sh*t hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Caught him down bad on them bars, he sleepin'
In love with the pack, we beat him
I ain't finna have no meeting, talk about racks and we speakin'
He do the wrong thing, we gon' leave him
Get spanked, n*gga, king of my hill, no Hank, okay
I flash them racks in her face, okay
I put an opp in his place, okay, yeah
We beefin', n*gga, we tryna get even
We lettin' off all weekend, uh, we spin in their block 'til we see 'em
Uh, we left his head on the cement
We left a scene to your way, he was dead on the cement
Lil' n*gga, my trap be beepin'
I ain't kissin' last pack, they season
Uh, n*ggas be acting like they want the smoke
But we want the smoke for real
Know we blowin' smoke for real
Look, them n*ggas hoes for real
I'm f*ckin' their hoes for real
Yeah, we get it gone for real
Really make more sales than a store for real
Drop your location and I'm at your door for real

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this sh*t look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make sh*t hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason
Uh, we creep
Slide down your block, we beep
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this sh*t look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make sh*t hot for no reason
You might get got for no reason

[Outro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy, come here, lil' n*gga
Ah
4 Way, you get this sh*t the Glo way
Hard way, grah
None of the rest
Gang, 4 Way

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