[Intro: Blac Youngsta & Stunna 4 Vegas]
(606 buried this beat) Ayy, pussy, what's up, n***a?
I'm at your motherfuckin' front door step
And I ain't pickin' up no newspaper (Bitch)
Let's go, fuck a n***a, uh (Uh)
Uh, 4X, uh (Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop

[Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a
I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head
N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
My shooters try knock off his 'fro
Bitch, we probably smokin' your bro
Public figure, I stay with a pole
Don't inhale it, we blowin' the smoke
Triple K, I'm cutthroat
We tryna hang a n***a by a rope
N***a, go get fixed, you broke
They know I stay with that stick, it poke, uh, uh
They know I stay with that fire
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no tellin no lies
And if I am, motherfucker, I'm flyin'
Diss me in your trap, bitch, rapper, you dyin'
Bust-down Rollie, I can't tell the time
We double-back like press rewind
I don't fuck with these n***as, they pickin' sides
Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (On gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop

[Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a
I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head
N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Hit the block, spin it one more time
Caught my opps on the backstreet, took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
It's all good 'cause his mama sufferin', she wish she could see him one more time
Ridin' in a steamer, bumpin' bone-crusher any n***a try to come for mines, get whacked
Young n***as in my hood, we don't say, "Blood", n***a, we say "Blatt"
Any n***a go against the gang, guarantee they gon' get whacked
I ain't gon' lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dawg, I prefer that MAC
Yeah, I put in work 'fore I go to church, I took my shirt 'fore I go to work
I'm just like you, I gotta clock in, only difference is, I'ma shoot the clerk
Young n***a, he gon' shoot you first, I'ma shoot you second
I'm the last n***a you gon' see 'fore you leave this earth, lil' pussy
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, I'm a real killer, but I saved the hood
Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah
Free my n***a Dre, I wish they can do it, pussy-ass n***a got gunned down
Real OG in my n***a, speakin' on me, that'll get a n***a gunned down (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spaz out, my lil' youngins like to crash out
I'm talkin' spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps
Chalk his body on the blacktop
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop

[Post-Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I count dead n***as and I smoke dead n***as
We fill his head with lead, my lil' hitters slide like sled, n***a
I drop bread on your head, n***a, they give me your head
N***a play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man