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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lucas Åkesson
Lucas Åkesson
Produzent:in
Alberto Delgado Jr.
Alberto Delgado Jr.
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Loke made this)
(DotDot, you made this beat?)
Blatt, blatt, blatt
Blatt, blatt, blatt
[Chorus]
He play, I let them killers go
I'm paranoid without my rod, I keep a pistol close
I keep a killer close
Ayy, look, my lil' **** creep, this shit get deep, we been sent **** home
These bitch **** cheap, I got a ten piece if you hit his dome
Tap his head
Rock shit to sleep, we made his bed
Bitch, don't tell me what no **** said
YRB and 'em got the city scared, these **** dead
Like, I been paid for a drop, pussy ****, that cost me a lil' bit of bread
Uh, I ain't finna diss in no drop, pussy ****, I'll have slime get him instead
[Verse 1]
****, show me a nose, I'll wipe it
I still hang with strikers, ****
I still hang with killers, bitch
Been could've got indicted, ****
We leave 'em stretched, I get shit checked just like Nike (Ayy, just like Nike, ****)
And we don't duck no wreck, Tek swing that fire and get excited (Get excited, ****)
Far from a rook, I'm a vet, everything I did, these **** bited
Anything I did, these **** took, I been had kids before my boy
**** late, we been in cars
I'll get you ate before I starve
I can be a beast, still have my rod 'cause I had that bitch when I had that hard (Go)
[Bridge]
Double R, you know they love me on that yard
Swear they hate me in the bity, ain't did shit but hit the car
We leave shit inside a box, me and my fire like Tek and Dot
My lil' **** love whackin', smackin' opps and hittin' lots
[Verse 2]
Pussy play with this shit, I'll get you killed, I can merch you will get hurt, ****
On somebody's shirt, mama lil' boy'll be nothin' but merch, ****
Maniac hop out with that stick on feet, leave a bitch **** whip in reverse
**** hopped off the porch too late just for him to go chill in a hearse
Just for him to go take that ride, these **** be dyin' with too much pride
**** better not slip, we slide, 5 can swing your stick from side to side
**** better not play in this building 'cause we done brought so many shots inside
I tore Carolina up, ****, it was too hard to hide
[Chorus]
He play, I let them killers go
I'm paranoid without my rod, I keep a pistol close
I keep a killer close
Ayy, look, my lil' **** creep, this shit get deep, we been sent **** home
These bitch **** cheap, I got a ten piece if you hit his dome
Tap his head
Rock shit to sleep, we made his bed
Bitch, don't tell me what no **** said
YRB and 'em got the city scared, these **** dead
Like, I been paid for a drop, pussy ****, that cost me a lil' bit of bread
Uh, I ain't finna diss in no drop, pussy ****, I'll have slime get him instead
[Outro]
(DotDot, you made this beat?)
(Loke made this)
Written by: Khalick Caldwell
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