Stunna 4 Vegas - Long Lyrics

(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Uh, blat, blat
4X, 4X
It's a rich youngin' (superstar young nigga)

Ay, who said they harder than Big 4?
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (f*ck)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can't reach me, lil' ho
I'm high, sitting on Pluto, let's go

I got this beat from Hollo
I fill my .50 up with hollows
We in the five-star with models
This lil' freak like to gag and swallow
Say I should turn up her bottle
I'm having racks like I hit the lotto, uh
We turned her one way, narcos (gang)
My boy beat that pack out like he Harpo
Big dog, I don't fit in no kennel
Rich nigga, I be on the block like a sender
I'm a pimp, lil' bitch
You can't play with my mental
Take him off, ex him out, he the man in the middle
Uh, they heard I drop hits and send 'em
I got hoes eating dick in the Sprinter
I also got these bitch niggas mad
'Cause they can't be me
But if they play, I'ma kill 'em (c'mon)

Ay, who said they harder than Big 4?
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (ice)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can't reach me, lil' ho
I'm high, sitting on Pluto, let's go

He want smoke, then we give a bitch Chemo (cancer)
He high, we can't find him like Nemo
I set it off in this bitch like Cleo
I put a draco on his ass, make him dance like he Ne-Yo
Uh, I'm having more cash than a lil' B
I make her go down and deepthroat
My lil' nigga slide 'til the week over
Uh, I just smoked an opp in a pre-roll
I ain't sendin' off shots on the Internet
F*ck nigga, I'm sendin' them steppers
IG beefin', I don't like to get into that
TEC blitz like Julius' peppers
He step up and get stepped on
F*ck boy better think with his head on
My young boy try to take his head off
He could give a f*ck about a ten flown

Ay, who said they harder than Big 4?
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (ice)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can't reach me, lil' ho
I'm high, sitting on Pluto

4X, bitch told me I put that drip on
She bringin' head, then she get sent home
My lil' boy like to hit 'til the clip gone
Trap open to everything, get sold
I still can't move, walk around with that stick on me
Stick him up if he play, f*ck a diss song
Uh, my youngins share, their mind gone
They hit your block, get busy, then get gone