Stunna 4 Vegas
No Courtesy
[Intro]
Yeah, Peso, Peso, Peso
G Major Got B-B-B-Beats
Ayyy
[Verse]
I ran that money up, how could you be mad at that?
These n***as acting like they killers, but ain't shoot when they had a strap
And them P's just came in like, n***a, where the trappers at?
All that wolfing that you doing, fuck 'round get you and your daddy wacked
Don't come around me acting gangster, lil n***a, 'cause I ain't having that
N***as talking all that money shit, but these n***as ain't had a rack
N***as acting like they killers, same n***as we be laughing at
And the way that I be shooting that Automatic, ain't no clapping back
I got designer on my body when I'm hoping in the Masi'
I'm in anothеr n***a hood and I'll pop him if he try me
And thesе n***as really be hoes 'cause they be talking all behind me
Alot of police in my hood because the coppers tryna find me
I be ducked off
A n***a playing with my brother, he'll get fucked off
I'm in the trap, I'm just tryna get these runtz off
It's too much movement in this bitch, I let my gun off
A n***a telling, fuck around and cut his tongue off
These n***as need to stop the dissing
These n***as tryna get some clout, you gon' get the wrong attention
And if you see me in that bucket, then you know I'm on a mission
And yeah, I'm fresh up outta jail, but that don't mean I'm out the system
And I ain't serving nun these n***as 'cause the n***as undercover
That n***a friendly than a bitch, he calling everybody brothers
That n***a acting like the plug, but we know that he's a runner
And yeah, they got me out on bond, but I'm still posted with the cuttas
Man, these rappers act like bitches, they ain't never in the trenches
I had to cut off lots of n***as 'cause they [?] up in my [?]
You had to get it from your parents, but I got it out the kitchen
And you ain't even got a gun, but be talking like you a killer
Hit that n***a with a .30, Stephen Curry that n***a
And if a n***a keep on playing I'ma bury a n***a
And if a feel like you a rat I ain't serving you, n***a
And if you play, you gotta die, ain't no courtesy, n***a