[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
30 face, 30 face
Uh, huh?
4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way, you hear
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Creepin'
Lil' bro, we got to slide on these n***as, man
Huh? Huh?
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We creepin' (Uh-huh)
Find down your block, we beatin'
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason (Pop)
We make shit hot for no reason (Hot)
You might get died for no reason (Died)
Uh, we creepin'
Find down your block, we beatin'
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV (Grah)
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason (Hot)
You might get died for no reason (Died)
[Verse 1: Jimmy Wopo]
Fresh like beginning of the season (Yeah)
I hit my boy from the D, he got P's and the lean in (Lean)
He caught a hitter like O-10, can't say he go off, the shit wasn't recent (Old shit)
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 Neiman
Ayy, surprise party, we brought five .40's
Ain't gotta drive, they gon' ride for me (Brrt)
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 is on me like I'm Robert Horry
Checky ain't on me, bro totin' it for me
How you the boss and you don't got no thottie?
I pay the cost and they blowin' you for me (Bustin')
.40 is on me like I'm Robert Horry
Checky ain't on me, bro totin' it for me (Totin' that 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 creepin' (Uh-huh)
Find down your block, we beatin'
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason (Pop)
We make shit hot for no reason (Hot)
You might get died for no reason (Died)
Uh, we creepin'
Find down your block, we beatin'
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV (Grah)
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason (Hot)
You might get died for no reason (Died)
[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' (Cash)
He do the wrong thing, we gon' leave him (Boom)
Get spanked, n***a, king of my hill, no Hank, okay
I flash them racks in her face, okay
I put an opp in his place, okay, yeah (Baow)
We beefin', n***a, 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***a, my trap be beepin'
I ain't kissin' last pack, they season (Fuck)
Uh, n***as be acting like they want the smoke
But we want the smoke for real
Know we blowin' smoke for real (Rrah)
Look, them n***as hoes for real (Them n***as hoes)
I'm fuckin' their hoes for real (Fuckin' their hoes)
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 creepin' (Uh-huh)
Find down your block, we beatin'
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason (Pop)
We make shit hot for no reason (Hot)
You might get died for no reason (Died)
Uh, we creepin'
Find down your block, we beatin'
30 face gang, we sneakin'
We put him up like a flatscreen TV (Grah)
I make this shit look easy
My hitters pop for no reason
We make shit hot for no reason (Hot)
You might get died for no reason (Died)
[Outro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy, come here, lil' n***a
Ah, rrah
4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way
Hard way, rrah
None of the rest
Gang, 4 Way
