Lyrics LOU WILL - Stunna 4 Vegas

Full time, full time (4, how you get this shit to go away?)
Freak out, free current
(DJ Lil Sprite on the track)

I'm the one and I shoot like Lou Will
I'm bleedin' like they cut off my fingers
Conceited, I like countin' blue bills
That lil' nigga bald like Lil' Bill
Say you a killer, we don't know who you is
He touchin' that fire in real life, he won't shoot shit
Freaky, I might just pull up with a new bitch
Like I got a fever I'm too sick

I'm bussin', she rollin'
Off this perc, we gon' fuck 'til the morning
I got her runnin' and moanin' (from the dick)
Come here, lil' hoe, where you goin' (come on)
She cold, I'm icy
I came in this bitch, it start snowing
Nigga claim he don't like me, wanna be just like me
Act like a opp, he a fan I know it

They wanna see me fall
Feet in the dirt, they won't knock me off
Before that I'ma kill 'em all
I drop a, I drop a bag, they get rid of y'all
(Ayy bitch, get 'em outta here)
That bitch wanna fuck me raw
Put my hand up her skirt when she top me off
We rockin' with glocks like it's Mardi Gras
Nigga, think with your head 'fore we saw it off

She sucked the dick 'til her jaws locked
You would've thought she was on molly raw
Want fuck me? Better look like a barbie doll
I had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't ready
When gangsta shit start poppin' off
Bitch, you know I'm dope like fentanyl
My lil' niggas lift up then let him off
Anyone who's an opp I pray for y'all
Open fire with this glock, spray all of y'all

I'm the one and I shoot like Lou Will
I'm bleedin' like they cut off my fingers
Conceited, I like countin' blue bills
That lil' nigga bald like Lil' Bill
Say you a killer, we don't know who you is
He touchin' that fire in real life, he won't shoot shit
Freaky, I might just pull up with a new bitch
Like I got a fever I'm too sick
Ayy, bitch I love countin' blue bills

She a freak, she just swallowed the blue pill
She wanna fuck on the guys, she like your crew lit
We push up out of the bed hoppin' out in some new shit
Like DJ drop my new shit
The latest the youngin' be draped in the new shit
My old hoe ain't got shit on my new bitch
I catch an opp, I got get me a new stick

Pull up with this mac, who you with?
They knockin' you off and who you with
You know I got that Nike, just do it
No advance bitch, I been ran through it
I'm the man, these lil' niggas influenced
Hundred grand in a month, I blew it
Pay you late, you stank manure, sewer
Time 'fore time what the fuck was he doing

Bitch, I came up from the cement
She tryna catch my semen
Hoe tryna kill my kids
I'm tryna make the opps meet the reaper
God on my side but I be with demons
Fuck the stack 2020, I might get a demon
Bitch, I'm blowin' racks at Neiman's
My lil' niggas blow opps for no reason

We wet shit and stretch shit
We tryna send shots not a message
Keep this glock bitch, I'm very protective
Me and my bodyguard getting active together
Bitch, play and we step on whoever
Who want it, nobody, who better than Stunna
Lil 4 times bitch, I seen several of them
You lil' niggas need to get it together (stupid)