- Crash Out 歌詞 Blac Youngsta Stunna 4 Vegas
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- Blac Youngsta Stunna 4 Vegas
- [Intro: Blac Youngsta & Stunna 4 Vegas]
(606 buried this beat) Ayy, pussy, whats up, nigga?
Im at your mother****in front door step
And I aint pickin up no newspaper (Bitch)
Lets go, **** a nigga, uh (Uh)
Uh, 4x, uh (Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas ]
We spazz out, my lil youngins like to crash out
Im talkin spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I wont 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 niggas and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil hitters slide like sled, nigga
I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head
Nigga 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
Dont inhale it, we blowin the smoke
Triple K, Im cutthroat
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope
Nigga, go get fixed, you broke
They know I stay with that stick, it poke, uh, uh
They know I stay with that fire
Aint no cap in my rap, aint no tellin no lies
And if I am, mother****er, Im flyin
Diss me in your trap, bitch, rapper, you dyin
Bust-down Rollie, I cant tell the time
We double-back like press rewind
Idont **** with these niggas, they pickin sides
Aint doin a show if I cant bring my stick inside (On gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spazz out, my lil youngins like to crash out
Im talkin spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I wont 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 niggas and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil hitters slide like sled, nigga
I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head
Nigga 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
Its all good cause his mama sufferin, she wish she could see him one more time
Ridin in a steamer, bumpin bone-crusher any nigga try to come for mines, get whacked
Young niggas in my hood, we dont say, 'Blood', nigga, we say 'Blatt'
Any nigga go against the gang, guarantee they gon get whacked
I aint gon lie, had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat
Gotta keep a fully automatic, Im 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
Im just likeyou, I gotta clock in, only difference is, Ima shoot the clerk
Young nigga, he gon shoot you first, Ima shoot you second
Im the last nigga you gon see fore you leave this earth, lil pussy
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full, Im a real killer, but I saved the hood
Warnin on the gate, stay away from bulls, shoot him in the face, yeah
Free my nigga Dre, I wish they can do it, pussy-ass nigga got gunned down
Real OG in my nigga, speakin on me, thatll get a nigga gunned down (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We spazz out, my lil youngins like to crash out
Im talkin spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out
I wont 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 niggas and I smoke dead niggas
We fill his head with lead, my lil hitters slide like sled, nigga
I drop bread on your head, nigga, they give me your head
Nigga play and he lay in his deathbed, fresh to death, he a dead man
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