Stunna 4 Vegas - The One Lyrics

I made a big cake outta crumbs, nigga
(XO think he all that)
Mhm, I made a big cake outta crumbs
(Free Sino, free Trillz, free Street) yeah
I made a big cake outta crumbs
(Free glo), mhm, uh huh
(Blatt) uh

I made a big cake outta crumbs (I made a big cake)
Before my grandma left, she told me I'm the one
He can't get right then he get left where I'm from
Product of my trenches, I came so far from the slums
(Bitch I came so far from the trenches)
I came so far from the 'jects
Now it's foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand I hold my fist up and I bet I get her wet
Before I play I load my clip up
I don't send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots through his neck, bitch

Gang got a hundred shots trailing me in the Hellcat while I'm in the 'Vette (gang)
I drop a tip, then get 'em whacked (get your bitch ass down)
Nigga better not slip, we on his hat (lay down)
I got my trip when I go on trips, up off the hip, I leave 'em flat (blatt)
Hop out the whip, my gun go

"Blatt, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt" (let me go)

I jump out the car, they all want a pic (it's 4)
I done did and seen some shit, so I be clutchin' on the blick
Even when I take a pic, we don't love no hoes, we break 'em (uh huh)
We came so far from them vacant (uh huh)
He act so hard but he shaking (he shook)
He play so cut, but he cookie, nigga pussy (pussy ass)
We turn semis into fullies, uh, spank his ass
Switch on the Glock, when I catch him, I give him a whoopin' (ayy, get here)
She love Stunna man, I told the bitch "I'm him", proof in the pudding
Uh, call the shots and I send 'em, he don't think with his mind, I get it took (boop, boop, boopp)

I made a big cake outta crumbs (I made a big cake)
Before my grandma left, she told me I'm the one
He can't get right then he get left where I'm from
Product of my trenches, I came so far from the slums
(Bitch I came so far from the trenches)
I came so far from the 'jects
Now it's foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand I hold my fist up and I bet I get her wet
Before I play I load my clip up
I don't send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots through his neck, bitch

Nigga catch one to the neck (nigga, come here)
I'ma send this bitch up soon as shit go down, that's on my set (blatt)
She an eater, so I made the bitch go down soon as we met (eat, eat)
I told Johnny, "Bust me down, fifty thousand 'round my neck" (it's pure water, bitch)
I told my brother put him down and when you done, come get yo' check (blatt, blatt)
If I don't do nothing, I'ma get that check first (get that check first)
Bitch, it's YRB or nothin', yeah, I'm headfirst, thot (it's YRB or nothin')
You can keep on your clothes 'cause I want head first (bitch, I want head first)
Uh-huh, we be sparking shit like January first (we be sparking shit up just like, bah)
You know we light shit up like fireworks (bah, bah, bah)
My lil' nigga tweaking, he just tryna show me how his fire work (go)
Nigga better not do no reaching, if he do, I bet irons'll burst (go)
Uh, we ride SRTs to make opp niggas ride in hearse

I made a big cake outta crumbs (I made a big cake)
Before my grandma left, she told me I'm the one
He can't get right then he get left where I'm from
Product of my trenches, I came so far from the slums
(Bitch I came so far from the trenches)
I came so far from the 'jects
Now it's foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand I hold my fist up and I bet I get her wet
Before I play I load my clip up
I don't send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots through his neck