[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Trap Gang, he just like the DJ, n***a, what the fuck you 'bout?
Uh, it's 4X, uh, slime time
Six7, what it do, fool?
Uh, uh, uh
Six7 on the beat (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Run up that bag, quit stressin'
Put drums on my stick and call it .67, uh
I hit a ho with your bestie (With your bestie)
Keep hittin' the crew, that lil' n***a messy, and
I get more money than him, so his bitch ass walkin' 'round here jealous (Ha)
Put that stick on him, he yellin', "Help me," fuck pullin' over, they gotta catch me (Skrrt)

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We apply pressure, when it's crunch time, we ain't callin' no timeouts (On gang)
Outside with it, no hideouts (4X)
Drop a diss, my lil' n***as find out (Come here)
Where you stay? Y'all can't catch him at his place
Fuck it, catch him at mom house
And I really want my young n***a Dave to focus on this rap shit, he too busy pullin' iron out (No cap)
Uh, fuck it, I just might trip with him (Fuck it)
I drop hits in the booth and on bitch n***as (On gang)
I won't diss him, I let my clique get him (Uh)
Again and again 'til you call quits, n***a (Pussy)
I'm ignorant as fuck 'cause I'm a young rich n***a (I'm rich as fuck)
I might buy a flight for your bitch, n***a (Uh)
Bought a Glock for my bro, we got them sticks, n***a
In them streets, I got rank, I'll get your crew whacked
In the bank, I got six figures
I don't fuck with these n***as like Hilfiger
I ran through a hundred racks before my deal, n***a (Cash)
I got skills, n***a (Huh?), she told me I look like Will Smith (Bitch)
I make a ho suck my dill pickle (Thot, thot)
No dates, I just give her quick dick (Uh, uh)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas & Fat Dave]
Run up that bag, quit stressin' (4X)
Put drums on my stick and call it .67, uh (Brrt, brrt)
I hit a ho with your bestie (Thot, thot)
Keep hittin' the crew, that lil' n***a messy, and (Ooh)
I get more money than him (Cash), so his bitch ass walkin' 'round here jealous (Fuck)
Put that stick on him, he yellin', "Help me," fuck pullin' over, they gotta catch me (Ayy, what the fuck? Skrrt)

[Verse 2: Fat Dave]
If I run off, you gotta catch me (Ayy)
Chop a n***a like some fucking lettuce (Boom)
Trigger finger itchin', bitch, I got a fetish
I'm smoking on a piece of cake from the wedding (Gang)
This chop get to kickin' like we playin' Tekken (Boom)
This leg hold thirty, I ain't talkin Memphis (Facts)
Shoot up your tailgate, no bow time, I'ma die behind 4X (Facts)
Don't walk down with no iron
If you try me, then them shots firin' (Boom)
You know it's strappin', if you see, run
If he say he checked me, then you know he lyin'
I'm tryna stick somethin' like a porcupine
Fuck his crew, they movin' unorthodox
I need a big house and a big watch
If it's street shit, fuck hip hop (Facts)
I ain't wailin', I keep one up top
Ready to hit a n***a with this G-Lock
I see your true colors like a peacock
Boy, you ain't real, yeah, you gon' flock
Finna clean his block with this fuckin' mop
He seen the burrow, left his ass in shock
Like a skateboard, yeah, I'm gon slide
With this chopstick, I feel like it cost forty-five
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Run up that bag, quit stressin' (4X)
Put drums on my stick and call it .67 (6ix7even on the beat)
I hit a ho with your bestie (Thot, thot)
Keep hittin' the crew, that lil' n***a messy, and (Ooh)
I get more money than him (Cash), so his bitch ass walkin' 'round here jealous (Fuck)
Put that stick on him, he yellin', "Help me," fuck pullin' over, they gotta catch me (Skrrt)