Stunna 4 Vegas – DO DAT Lyrics

DO DAT By Stunna 4 Vegas ft. Lil Baby & DaBaby

B-B-Bankroll Got It (Real niggas all gangstas)
On mami (Uh), this *** 4X got rich in six months, you heard? (Huh, no cap)
It’s gotta be that Billion Dollar Baby ***, know the *** goin’ on
*** really got rich in six months, for real, I watched that *** with my own ***’ eyes
Really three, but that *** spend too much
Goddamn, this *** get so much goddamn money, ***, what the ***? (Ten)
Oh my God, I got a taste of the Rich Youngin
Okay (Okay), I’ma give them a taste of this ***
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on their neck, but y’all knew that (Y’all knew that)
We ain’t goin’, your ***’d got blewed back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, said, “Smoke,” we could do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like, “Who that?”
Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I’m the ***, hottest youngin’, she already knew that (4X)

We all put a *** up like a throwback (Freak ho)
She mixed the purp with the Moet (Uh)
So many racks, I got gold (Racks)
Hit the space and I dance in this *** like I’m Kodak (Uh)
Make ’em freeze like he took a Kodak (Freeze)
My lil’ *** move on ’em on my whistle
That *** think I’m hot, sizzle
I’m a pitch (Uh), told me her *** is *** (Uh, uh)
I won’t go back and forth with no rap ***, I got business to attend to
Too many racks to count, lil’ ***, I flip you (Flip)
We fill him up, wet him like a pencil (Brrt, brrt)
No diss, I’m tryna send a missile
I need M’s, ***, I’m on a mission (Cash)
I’m with my, I’m with my shooter, but I got a stick, too (Uh, he up)
He up, then I’m uppin’ this *** ’til it click, too (Bah)

He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on their neck, but y’all knew that (Y’all knew that)
We ain’t goin’, your ***’d got blewed back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, said, “Smoke,” we could do that (Ooh, let’s go)
I break her neck, she like, “Who that?”
Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I’m the ***, hottest youngin’, she already knew that (4X)

I say, “We gon’ call that boy Rich Youngin'” (Rich)
He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let’s go)
Okay, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah)
That lil’ *** talkin’ ***, kick her out (Like, ***)
I made my young niggas do that (Yeah), go pull up and post up a pic at your house (Cheese)
Make him tap, BDB in the cab (Let’s go)
Beat his ass with that stick, he come out (Okay)
I done went and spent a whole lot of money with Johnny, I got a whole brick in my mouth (Yessir)
My *** get the money, *** send the deposit if you want my *** to come out (No cap)
They want *** me, Big 4 and my DJ (Big 4)
Throw my shirt on a ho, it’s on eBay
Windows down and heat on on the freeway (Hm)
I pull up with Rich Youngin’, they holler that ***

Got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on their neck, but y’all knew that (Y’all knew that)
Goin’-we ain’t goin’, your ***’d got blewed back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, said, “Smoke,” we could do that (Ooh, let’s go)
I break her neck, she like, “Who that?”
Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I’m the ***, hottest youngin’, she already knew that (4X)

Baby
It’s Baby and Baby and 4X
I ran that lil’ *** up in no time
I’m puttin’ *** in your *** if we lock eyes
I’m so hot, start a fire when I walk in
Hit her friend, I ain’t stop when she walk in (Nat)
I can drop every month and go top ten
Make her do what I say, let her get what she want
***, you better shut up when I’m talkin’ (Shut up)
Lot of cars, how the *** I miss walkin’? (Nah)
I drop hit after hit, I don’t miss (Never)
‘Posed to be somewhere servin’ in one of them houses with pounds, how the *** I get rich?
Who the hell said that life was a ***?
I got too many *** but one life to live
*** how they feel, if we got a problem, then money’ll solve it
My dollars and followers match
I really started from scratch, pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap
Influence the youngins to trap
Put my whole hood on the map, first the water was tap
Now a jet for a nap, now the motor in the back
Meet promoter with racks, keep her head in my lap
And my hand on the strap, ain’t no *** ***
On that Chief Keef, “I Don’t Like” ***