Stunna 4 Vegas - FUCKING UP FREESTYLE

Ay, let me hear that hoe, Jeff
Uh (uh), uh (uh)
Fuck, bitch
It's 4X (4X)
Bitch, I'm rich (Rich youngin')
Bitch, I'm rich
(Billion Dollar Baby Entertainment) uh
Fuck a nigga
Uh, uh

I don't run from my problems
I run it up
Got that little advance
I fucked it up
They slide in them vans
If you fuck with us
I'm stuck in my ways
My hoe said I'm fucking up
Off them Perkys
She love when I'm fucking her
I just blew the backend
I'm finna go get another one
Going out sad bout some ass
Boy you fucking up
I'm tryna go get a bag
And go double up

I fuck it up
These lil' niggas know that it's up with me
When it's stuck
Get touched when it come to me
On gang every nigga that diss me
Be ducking me
Fuck em
I go get them racks still
My brother still getting them packs shipped
My lil' niggas still robbing them Batman
The 4 behind me like my ad libs
I can throw a perk back like a Advil
My lil' niggas spin, Ferris wheel
Get up close, split his shit, banana peel
Off in that cat, it's a done deal
He wanna make it but hating
He never will
Ain't looking for me, bitch I'm Everywhere
Dissing me in them songs, I never cared
I know a nigga, got caught and he tucked his tail
Bitch I'm rich
I'll pay yo mans for the hit
You won't hear a diss
Bitch here come a blitz
Glock 19 on my hip, with a dick
We tight like Lilo and Stitch
Nigga get fried like a fish gofundme
When my niggas slide with them sticks
I'm going Bape, I'ma up off the rip
Bitch, I'm rich and I'm still in the mix

I don't run from my problems
I run it up
Got that little advance
I fucked it up
They slide in them vans
If you fuck with us
I'm stuck in my ways
My hoe said I'm fucking up
Off them Perkys
She love when I'm fucking her
I just blew the backend
I'm finna go get another one
Going out sad bout some ass
Boy you fucking up
I'm tryna go get a bag
And go double up

I'm fucking up
She love when I'm fucking her
I get a bag and go fuck it up
At the mall
Or I buy some guns or sumn
A band or 2 will get yo brother plucked
Ya funds low
Get ya money up
Bitch, I'm rich, who want war with us? Nobody
Catch an opp, he claim he grew up with us

Written by:
Jefferson Ogendi, Khalick Antonio Caldwell

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