Stunna 4 Vegas - Hard Lyrics

Hit the road (4 Times)
(Ayy boy, Stxnk, you hard)

I fuck them dip, I left her scarred (uh)
Play with me, we pull yo' card (uh-huh)
I told all my jits to play they part (gang)
We zipped his mans and took his heart (4 Times)
These F&N's gon' park the car
My whip don't need no key to start

My whip don't need no key to go
I drop some chip he P'd and rolled
They slangin' that.5, what you need it for? (Bitch)
Hope you ready to die, we in demon mode (let's go)
We armed and we ready to crank (we armed)
Big charm and my piece in the sink (ice)
I get 'em stank on the way to the bank (bitch)
Want this and get blitzed, what the fuck did he think? (What the fuck did he think?)
Ridin' 'round with that Glock, like Marshall Faulk
Bitch, we want war, fuck Martial Law
I kick her out, like martial arts (thot)
Her nigga broke, but that's his fault (pussy)
I make her spread them legs apart (come on)
Cool a hot girl down, she give me jaw (uh)
Bitch, I'm the one, like I'm the atom (uh)
I can have them killers layin' in your yard (uh, uh)
Drop a check and get 'em wet (baow)
Lace your kicks, we finna step (lace up)
Smile in her face, I get her wet (uh)
Pop a Perc, we havin' perfect sex (uh, uh)
She like, "Big 4, you fuck the best" (okay)
Pull out and bust all on her chest (come on)
He say it's smoke, oh, that's a bet (bitch)
We pop and lay his ass to rest (gang)

Hit from the back and hold my rod (uh)
She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (uh, uh)
I fuck them dip, I left her scarred (uh)
Play with me, we pull yo' card (uh-huh)
I told all my jits to play they part (gang)
We zipped his mans and took his heart (4 Times)
These F&N's gon' park the car
My whip don't need no key to start

My ice don't need no flash to bling (ice, ice)
Glock.23, attach the beam (baow)
These niggas rats, they eatin' the cheese (rat)
She give me the kitty, I ain't gettin' teased (uh)
We in the Bentley, I'm chuckin' out B's
Stunna the sickness, I ain't got no disease (uh-huh)
Bro upped the Blicky, we givin' 'em Z's
We can get ignorant, we clearin' the scene
We can handle the business, let's run up them M's
She can get freaky, I fuck on film
Run up on an opp and knock off a limb (come here)
We pull up shots like we at the gym (shoot)
We make him meet the reaper, gone (uh)
He playin' and I pop out his brim (come here, bitch)
Hop in that water, I hope you can swim
Bitch, we chop the beef, like a blend

Hit from the back and hold my rod (uh)
She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (uh, uh)
I fuck them dip, I left her scarred (uh)
Play with me, we pull yo' card (uh-huh)
I told all my jits to play they part (gang)
We zipped his mans and took his heart (4 Times)
These F&N's gon' park the car
My whip don't need no key to start