Letra Walk up Stunna 4 Vegas

Walk up

Uh-uh

You know I gave 'em the sauce
I don't need no stylist, lil' bitch I be sauced up
I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up
You wan' be a boss? Best believe its gon' cost ya
Gas, bags, I'm smokin' caution
Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin' (Uh-uh)
Broke boys make me sick, I get nauseous (Ugh)
When I hear a broke nigga talkin'

Fat ass, she look like a Barbie (Thot, thot)
Pop a Perc 10 and fuck 'til I'm exhausted (Uh)
We really slide, no talkin'
My lil' homie gon' hit, he got lit when he caught 'em
Wanna see Stunna, send me a deposit (Uh-uh)
They thought I was Nick, we wildin'
She say she don't suck dick, she childish
She throwin' it back, she tryna give me a challenge
She throw it back like she tossed it to me
And you know I caught it (Know I caught it)
She gave it to me, you bought it
Going out sad, lil' buddy you lost it
I put, I put them diamonds up under the faucet
Two Glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet
We fishtail his whip with that fye, then park it
I nail a lil' nigga, they say I'm a target
If you want some smoke then place your order
Lil' freak told me I'm hot in Florida
Ass shaped like a peach, that bitch from Georgia
I don't know her name, I just call her gorgeous
My little niggas want bodies, they scorin' (They scorin')
Hit you block in the foreign and floor it (Skrr)
Rich youngin' took off, he soarin'
I pull up, pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin' (Vroom)
I'm too important (I'm too important)
Nigga play with me and get violent (I'm gang)
Won't talk, I'm keepin' it silent (Shhh)
That lil' beef shit, get me excited, swervin' (Swerve)
Me, Jefe in Thailand, late night
I jumped in that water like a great white (Uh)
My lil' hittas scrape right (Yeah)
Big dawg, I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right (On gang)

You know I gave 'em the sauce
I don't need no stylist, lil' bitch I be sauced up
I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up
You wan' be a boss? Best believe its gon' cost ya
Gas, bags, I'm smokin' caution
Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous (Ugh)
When I hear a broke nigga talkin' (When I hear a broke nigga talkin')

On Insta', on that bitch, he gon' say he a killer
I ain't never shot shit with that gun in them pictures
Nigga reach for this shit 'round my neck, he a victim (Come here)
Go read about it (Read about it), no dissing, it's smoke?
Let's clear it, I'm tryna see about 'em
The bush I'm not 'bout to beat around it (No)
Catch a nigga in person beat the shit up out 'em (Come on)
Lil' Stunna Shakur, I get around
Leave 'em missing, like lost and found
Send him up, he talking down
He play, he get knocked outta bounds
I gave 'em the sauce and sound (Uh)
Tryna ride my wave and drown (Uh)
Come get you a verse and some pounds
Say it's up, he get hit with a hundred rounds (Ra-ra-ra-ra)

You know I gave 'em the sauce
I don't need no stylist, lil' bitch I be sauced up
I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up
You wan' be a boss? Best believe its gon' cost ya
Gas, bags, I'm smokin' caution
Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous
When I hear a broke nigga talkin' (When I hear a broke nigga talkin')

Shut the fuck up