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Stunna 4 Vegas - 4 the Trill Lyrics
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(Hey, nigga, where the f*ck your apron at?)
(TZY on some some other shit)
(And I got the heat)
Ayy, nigga, where the f*ck is your glizzy at?
Huh?
Uh-huh

We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh-huh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (eat, eat)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig (grrt, bitch)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (bop)
We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (eat, eat)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh-huh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear (yeah)
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (yeah)

I cook an opp like I'm the chef (what else?)
Glock .23, it shoot, I step (bop-bop)
Bank to my right, Glock on my left (grrt)
I up and pop 'til nothin' left (bop-bop-bop)
Booked up, can't put me on a shelf (uh-huh)
F*ck nigga play, we make his bed (yeah)
We leave a nigga fresh to death
Ayy, come grab that money off your head (get 'em outta here)
We turn his name into a day
We turn that k into a Drac' (gang)
We turn his block to a parade
Had lil' folk layin' where he stay (4X)
I turn his miss into my bitch (uh-huh)
Free my gang, they innocent (gang)
Went, got a check, still in the mix
I'm Coach 4, I send a blick (I send a blick)

We cook an opp, don't need a grill (don't need a grill)
Them bitches flock when I appear (them bitches flock)
I drop a bag, he outta here
Play with my top, we on his wig (we on his ass)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (bop)
We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (let's go)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig (uh-huh)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (yeah)

I take her down, I'm on the pills (thot, thot)
We raw 'em out, won't overkill (bitch, come here)
We walk 'em down soon as we see him (uh-huh)
Peanut and Deebo, love to spin (they love to spin)
I'm probably with Glock, I keep a ten
Can't buy an opp, just spent a ten (come here)
Ain't f*ckin' that thot like she bring her friend (uh-uh)
We be beatin' they block, it sound like a band (bop-bop-bop-bop)
Uh, hit a bitch, I keep a pipe (uh)
He get peter roll
I got green on me like Peter Pan (uh)
Get a green, they go (go)
F*ck a diss, we up the scope (let's go)
Get off my dick, it's for your ho (ha)
We step on him like he the floor
We drop him off, he drop a lo'
Drop a destination (uh)
We drop an opp, celebration
We hit his block (bop-bop, vroo-vroo)
And decorate (bop-bop, uh)
Bitch, I stay with my fye (I stay with my fye)
We ain't never separated (nah)
Up and hit, no hesitatin',
I had my stick in graduation (y'all niggas cap)

We cook an opp, don't need a grill (don't need a grill)
Them bitches flock when I appear (them bitches flock)
I drop a bag, he outta here
Play with my top, we on his wig (we on his ass)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (bop)
We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh-huh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (let's go)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig (uh-huh)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill

Uh, it's 4X
Yeah, I signed
I still ride with iron
Uh-huh, I'm tryna drop some money on my opps, but them niggas hidin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh, nah, for real, Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
Home of the takers niggas, where we be takin' shit
Try to take somethin', nigga
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(Hey, nigga, where the f*ck your apron at?)
(TZY on some some other shit)
(And I got the heat)
Ayy, nigga, where the f*ck is your glizzy at?
Huh?
Uh-huh

We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh-huh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (eat, eat)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig (grrt, bitch)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (bop)
We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (eat, eat)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh-huh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear (yeah)
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (yeah)

I cook an opp like I'm the chef (what else?)
Glock .23, it shoot, I step (bop-bop)
Bank to my right, Glock on my left (grrt)
I up and pop 'til nothin' left (bop-bop-bop)
Booked up, can't put me on a shelf (uh-huh)
F*ck nigga play, we make his bed (yeah)
We leave a nigga fresh to death
Ayy, come grab that money off your head (get 'em outta here)
We turn his name into a day
We turn that k into a Drac' (gang)
We turn his block to a parade
Had lil' folk layin' where he stay (4X)
I turn his miss into my bitch (uh-huh)
Free my gang, they innocent (gang)
Went, got a check, still in the mix
I'm Coach 4, I send a blick (I send a blick)

We cook an opp, don't need a grill (don't need a grill)
Them bitches flock when I appear (them bitches flock)
I drop a bag, he outta here
Play with my top, we on his wig (we on his ass)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (bop)
We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (let's go)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig (uh-huh)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (yeah)

I take her down, I'm on the pills (thot, thot)
We raw 'em out, won't overkill (bitch, come here)
We walk 'em down soon as we see him (uh-huh)
Peanut and Deebo, love to spin (they love to spin)
I'm probably with Glock, I keep a ten
Can't buy an opp, just spent a ten (come here)
Ain't f*ckin' that thot like she bring her friend (uh-uh)
We be beatin' they block, it sound like a band (bop-bop-bop-bop)
Uh, hit a bitch, I keep a pipe (uh)
He get peter roll
I got green on me like Peter Pan (uh)
Get a green, they go (go)
F*ck a diss, we up the scope (let's go)
Get off my dick, it's for your ho (ha)
We step on him like he the floor
We drop him off, he drop a lo'
Drop a destination (uh)
We drop an opp, celebration
We hit his block (bop-bop, vroo-vroo)
And decorate (bop-bop, uh)
Bitch, I stay with my fye (I stay with my fye)
We ain't never separated (nah)
Up and hit, no hesitatin',
I had my stick in graduation (y'all niggas cap)

We cook an opp, don't need a grill (don't need a grill)
Them bitches flock when I appear (them bitches flock)
I drop a bag, he outta here
Play with my top, we on his wig (we on his ass)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill (uh)
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill (bop)
We cook an opp, don't need a grill (uh-huh)
Them bitches flock when I appear (let's go)
I drop a bag, he outta here (come here)
Play with my top, we on his wig (uh-huh)
We dressed for Corona, on a drill
Dick in my Glock, that's sex appeal (bop-bop-bop)
Put one up, go tat' a tear
My nigga pop 'em for the thrill

Uh, it's 4X
Yeah, I signed
I still ride with iron
Uh-huh, I'm tryna drop some money on my opps, but them niggas hidin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh, nah, for real, Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
Home of the takers niggas, where we be takin' shit
Try to take somethin', nigga
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Writer: Christian Pigues, Darius C Baskerville, Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Tenajh Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave


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