lirik lagu stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz - aint squashin shyt (gdg mix)
[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
ayy (ayy)
ayy (ayy)
(monster)
ayy (ayy)
ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
(papa got no plug, n~gga)
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
if we beefin’, n~gga, we ain’t squashing sh~t (f~ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh~t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b~tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f~ck that b~tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
if we beefin’, n~gga, we ain’t squashing sh~t
pull up on ’em~pull up on ’em (bah), we’ll pop your sh~t (brrt)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b~tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f~ck that b~tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
bullets smoke a n~gga likе a zip (boom)
ayy, these n~ggas be jockin’ as sh~t (b~tch)
lil’ n~gga, but i’m poppin’ big sh~t
spin on who block? wе gon’ pop at his sh~t (skrrt)
ayy, i roll the backwood with your b~tch (gas)
she told me her n~gga a l!ck (b~tch)
i’m diggin’ all in her and giving her d~ck
diggin’ all in her, i’m leavin’ her sick (ayy)
pull out the camera, we might make a fl!ck
me and gang~me and gang lit in this b~tch like a bic (thot)
pull up with sticks, leave him zipped off the rip (boom)
we ain’t sayin’ sh~t, we gon’ stick to the script
ayy, f~ck with this sh~t, you get k!lled
g gon’ walk down, shoot that b~tch ’til it cl!ck (gone)
last n~gga played, lil’ n~gga got flipped
ayy, and tezz get them bands on a ship (ayy)
all day jumping like tip off
f~ck a n~gga~f~ck a n~gga b~tch, leave him p~ssed off (thot)
make her suck d~ck ’til it get soft (ayy)
n~gga say it’s~n~gga say it’s on and it get off
i want the chicken, no crystals (cash)
touch and glo hangin’ out the window
f~ck the lil’ box, get sh~t smoked (ayy)
f~ck the lil’~f~ck the lil’ box, get sh~t smoked (boom)
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz]
if we beefin’, n~gga, we ain’t squashing sh~t (f~ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh~t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b~tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f~ck that b~tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
if we beefin’, n~gga, we ain’t squashing sh~t (f~ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh~t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b~tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f~ck that b~tch from the back (ooh), man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (ayy)
[verse 2: yrb tezz]
racked up like i hit a bank (like i hit a bank)
trap sh~t, b~tch, i do what you can’t (trap)
call my shooters, they did ran at your place (place)
act up, jojo eat the plate (yeah)
free wop, lil’ glo did the race (free wop)
face good, b~tch, i’m always ’round the way
if you want a ‘bow of verse, you gotta pay
diss the gang, man, i swear it ain’t safe
free all the bros, man, they eatin’ good every day (cap)
i’m in the ‘cat with the k
f~ck the talkin’, n~gga ain’t runnin’ phase (n~gga ain’t runnin’ phase)
b put the glock on his head like the fade
g got the ticket like an arcade (like an arcade)
poured up a four in a minute maid
got the stick on my hip when i’m on the stage (when i’m on the stage)
reach for my chain, make the frontpage
i’m a trapper, not a rapper (trapper, not a rapper)
get the pack and then i turn it to casper (then i turn it to casper)
get it sold ‘fore i bust out the wrapper (‘fore i bust out the wrapper)
not friendly, i don’t f~ck with you rappers (i don’t f~ck with you rappers)
touched fifty ‘fore your favorite rapper (‘fore your favorite rapper)
got the ‘bows and you know i’ma tax you (know i’ma tax)
f~ck scars and beefin’, come and take your package (slatt)
young n~ggas hittin’ l!cks for a fashion (gang, gang)
[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
if we beefin’, n~gga, we ain’t squashing sh~t (f~ck it)
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh~t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b~tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f~ck that b~tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
if we beefin’, n~gga, we ain’t squashing sh~t
pull up on ’em, we’ll pop your sh~t (prr)
shooters with me, better watch your lip (gang)
my youngins show ’em how that glock can spit
i can show you how to hit a l!ck
they run off with sauce, watch ’em eat up the drip (b~tch)
i got these blues, might’ve thought i was crip
f~ck that b~tch from the back, man, that ho’s throwin’ fit (uh)
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