Gun Smoke - Stunna 4 Vegas

Gun Smoke - Stunna 4 Vegas Lyrics

Up-up the smoke
Diamonds they choke
Fuck my bro
I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope
Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul
Glock with a three and a 0
Bought a yacht, put the kids on a boat
Put a brick in a figure the four
Got a stick, it's a Sig, it'll blow
Mix up a fo'
My bitch, Margiela on her toes
Dick up her soul
Look what I did in the bowl
Wipe that boy nose
I go get me a bag out the globe
I do not troll
I got pointers, these diamonds are bold
I'm smooth on my feet
My bitches the baddest can be
Stackin', then pray, go to sleep
I'm at the top of the peak
We put baguettes on top of our teeth
We put fire in front of his beak
I can't lie, got shooters that creep
She from DeVry, she gon' suck me to sleep, woah
Switch up the flow, they gon' bite it fo' sho
Put the stick on your bitch, 'cause you're hiding on low
This a 50, them young niggas ready to go
Richard Mille sit on my wrist, I'm the GOAT
Tag on your hoe, tag on your toe
Baguettes on baguettes, my neck overload
I'm having, you're capping, go rat to this pole
Take off his hat, leave a rat with a hole
Ain't no cap in me
The trap be jumpin' like athletes
I get cash, you see
Lamborghini, niggas ain't as fast as me
Cookie gas, the lean
I get the bag, casually
You niggas embarrassing
This Audemar, this is a masterpiece
Up the smoke
Diamonds they choke
Fuck my bro
I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope
Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul
Glock with a three and a 0
Bought a yacht, put the kids on a boat
Put a brick in a figure the four
Got a stick, it's a Sig, it'll blow
Mix up a fo'
My bitch, Margiela on her toes
Dick up her soul
Look what I did in the bowl
Wipe that boy nose
I go get me a bag out the globe
I do not troll
I got pointers, these diamonds are bold
They'll wipe his nose if I say so
It's a green light when I say go
Ay, what you gon' do for a bank roll?
Move like the mob, I got hitters on payroll
Twenty racks cash on a lawyer, the case closed
Rap money turned me into an A hole
Don't tag me when it's gun smoke
I'm tryna knock off your block like LEGO
I'm tryna knock you off, send you to where nobody knows
My ice turned me anemic but I'm never freezing
When it's time to up the smoke
She said she diggin' my flow
I make her suck me and then suck my bro
We knock them down by the four
I still walk in with fire at all my shows
And I still put 30's up under all my Glicks
Double Ds on my sticks
Say she don't like me, hoe, suck my dick
When it's beef we don't pick and choose
We got more cannons than Nick
He get put on the news or left on his dick
Trying me like I'm a lick
Up the smoke
Diamonds they choke
Fuck my bro
I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope
Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul
Glock with a three and a 0
Bought a yacht, put the kids on a boat
Put a brick in a figure the four
Got a stick, it's a Sig, it'll blow
Mix up a fo'
My bitch, Margiela on her toes
Dick up her soul
Look what I did in the bowl
Wipe that boy nose
I go get me a bag out the globe
I do not troll
I got pointers, these diamonds are bold