Gimme That Lyrics – Stunna 4 Vegas
Singer: Stunna 4 Vegas
Title: Gimme That
Gang
Six sh*t, get your b*t*h hit (Gang)
Gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
Stay on your lane, b*t*h
You know we bust brains quick
Yup (Yup)
Ayy, huh, b*t*h, I’m chasin’ checks (Chasin’ checks, aight, come on)
Got called thinkin’ with this d**k, he died from chasin’ six (Yup)
Yeah, we send the bags and drop that lo’, that lil’ b*t*h hit the Saks (Come on)
Yeah, we spin the Benz, we drop two opps (Aight), b*t*h, that’s some major flex (Come on)
Ayy, clean up crew, we made a mess (Yup)
Wipe ’em off, we made him sweat (Let’s go)
Ayy, me, Lil Tay and Flip, we walk sh*t down, b*t*h, we the triple threat (What up?)
Ayy, me, two hoеs have triple sex (Uh)
Uh, bеat her down, she gimme neck (Uh)
Uh, n***a flexin’ with that bag, I up this pole like, “Gimme that” (Gimme that)
Yup, ARP came with attaches
Uh, I’m just tryna f**k that b*t*h one time ’cause I don’t too attach, ayy (Uh, uh)
Load that Drac’ and hit his #ss ten times (Boom-boom), this sh*t got him refreshin’ (Baow)
Ayy, we doin’ hits (Boom), I send that blitz like we was playin’ Madden (Boom-boom)
Ayy, make sure that my driver be on point (Yup) ’cause we don’t do no crashin’ (Skrrt, aight)
Ayy, we just seen a opp, we cross the street, we hop out, get the pass (Aight)
Ayy, headshot, seen his body lock up (Pah), b*t*h, that’s satisfaction (Pah)
Ayy, we just put a hundred in that sh*t, this b*t*h forever lastin’
Ayy, I don’t no trust no n***a out here (Uh-huh), most they #ss be doin’ worse (Uh-huh)
Ayy, same n***as that’s writin’ statements same ones claim they doin’ dirty
Uh, most of my real n***as gone, b*t*h, I feel like Uzi Vert (Yurr)
You got your gun, I got my gun, let’s see who gon’ shoot it first (Boom)
Ayy, Durham just to do a verse (Yup)
Ayy, put his body in a hearse (Uh)
He couldn’t even make it to the show, he died at his rehearse
Ayy, n***a try to pull up silentless, left his cross up, killed the verse (Skrrt)
Ayy, me and Lil Tay be smokin’ shh, his lil’ #ss died in a church
Damn, I know his mama hurt (Ayy)
Ayy, told lil’ folks, “Stop poppin’ Percs” (Uh)
Uh, opps be out here copyin’ work
All my opps want paperwork (Paperwork, rats)
Ayy, huh, b*t*h, I’m chasin’ checks (Yup, aight, come on)
Got called thinkin’ with this d**k, he died from chasin’ six (Damn)
Yeah, we send the bags and drop that lo’, that lil’ b*t*h hit the Saks (Hit that lo’)
Yeah, we spin the Benz, we drop two opps (Yup), b*t*h, that’s some major flex (Aight, aight, come on)
Ayy, clean up crew, we made a mess (What else?)
Wipe ’em off, we made him sweat (Come on)
Ayy, me, Lil Tay and Flip, we walk sh*t down, b*t*h, we the triple threat (No cap)
Ayy, me, two hoes have triple sex (Uh)
Uh, beat her down, she gimme neck (Yup)
Uh, n***a flexin’ with that bag, I up this pole like (Up that), “Gimme that” (Gimme that)
Up that pole like, “Gimme that”
Gimme that, boom-boom
F**k goin’ on? Big 2S’
F**k this all, f**k the hoes
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