BMF Lyrics – Stunna 4 Vegas
(D.A. got that ***!)
This *** like BMF
But I’m YRB, man
I jump out, diamonds hitting
Temper tantrum, throw a fit
Move on
I let this Draco spit
Take his heart, blow a kiss
Uh huh, this *** like BMF
We ain’t the ones you should go against (***, I’m YRB)
I get *** outta here
You can’t even duck if I blow the switch
We came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like Swish, so don’t try me, ***
Two Glock twins look like Siamese twins
They know they *** up when they let me in
I need a 100K times ten
My lil’ brother got booked for a M
He went to bid soon as I went big
When he touch, I got paper for him
I told the bros I’ll make it for them
Love to flex like I stay at the gym
Ain’t lost a soul, they ain’t make an attempt
*** play and he taking a trip
***, I won’t slip
I get ’em dipped, I got too much chip
I down the drank, don’t too much sip
I get ’em stanked, he got too much lip
She let me ***, she got too much ass in the back
When we spot an opp, I bet he have an asthma attack
She a freak
She like to ride with me with her head in my lap
I put *** in motion like the quarterback
I was that guy before I had a sack
These niggas washed like a laundry mat
Talking ’bout a hundred shots, ***, we brought more than that
He love to wolf on that internet
Till we talk about cash, he ignoring that
Big F&N make him back up
I been broke before but I ain’t going back
My lil’ bros love to act up
They hit his block in a stolo ‘Cat
I jump out, diamonds hitting
Temper tantrum, throw a fit
Move on
I let this Draco spit
Take his heart, blow a kiss
Uh huh, this *** like BMF
We ain’t the ones you should go against (***, I’m YRB)
I get *** outta here
You can’t even duck if I blow the switch
We came with sticks like a Chinese dish
We score like Swish, so don’t try me, ***
Two Glock twins look like Siamese twins
They know they *** up when they let me in
I need a 100K times ten
My lil’ brother got booked for a M
He went to bid soon as I went big
When he touch, I got paper for him
Goofy ass *** want smoke
One pass, we blow ***
Got a F&N in my coat
Sliding, opps be hiding
Pull up to the crib where Dre shoots ***, shoot the show
Real drank man, 200 on the Patek
Off lean, lil’ ***, whole wrist fulla snow
Brick full of ***, sell pills and the K
Got a Glock 19 with a switch and a scope
Tweak off a bar, Lambo’ fast
Them 762s don’t leave in the car
Choppa on the seat, flex like Meech
Get shot in the street if you think you Lamar
*** them niggas, *** ass sack
We don’t lack at no shows, snuck heat in the park
Chain so bright, shine like a light
***, close yo’ eyes, niggas thinking it’s dark
Me and young Stunna
We up countin’ racks, countin’ hunnids
AR-15 like Thunder
Traphouse jumping
I be in the *** house pumping
Big Glock, they ain’t eating off nothing
Whole watch frozen, slide through the 6
30 round in the clip, yeah, the whole block totin’
These hoes be choosing, thinking we going
You stupid, leave a *** whole drop folded (***)
