Uh-uh
Yeah, uh-huh
I got this FN on me (know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch, nigga)
(Hollo, ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She tripped then I replaced a bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Broke-broke in the car, nigga ain't snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Uh, now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped (come here)
Yeah, I'm tryna get him burnt, murked (get him out of here)
Take a pic, put him on a shirt
Grab a blick, we finna go lurk (we finna go burn something)
They gon' hate when you come from the dirt (bitch)
Spit crack, I got rich off of words
I sit back, killers spin on your curb
Ten racks, they gon' put in some work
And they won't come back until somebody learn
Or until somebody mama crying (yeah)
These choppers sing like lullabies
Them niggas gon' rat when it's time to slide
He know we on his hat so he gotta hide (come here)
We rock niggas to sleep like a rock-a-bye (yeah)
I was doing the shows, my alibi (uh-huh)
Nigga run up on me, I'ma let it fly (what else?)
'Fore I go like a ho, it's a homicide (okay)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She tripped then I replaced a bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Broke-broke in the car, nigga ain't snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Uh, now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped (come here)
Welcome To 4 Vegas Video (MV)
Performed By: Stunna 4 Vegas
Length: 2:09
Written by: Andrew Rogers, Khalik Antonio Caldwell, Lamarcus Robertson
Stunna 4 Vegas - Welcome To 4 Vegas Lyrics
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Uh-uh
Yeah, uh-huh
I got this FN on me (know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch, nigga)
(Hollo, ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She tripped then I replaced a bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Broke-broke in the car, nigga ain't snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Uh, now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped (come here)
Yeah, I'm tryna get him burnt, murked (get him out of here)
Take a pic, put him on a shirt
Grab a blick, we finna go lurk (we finna go burn something)
They gon' hate when you come from the dirt (bitch)
Spit crack, I got rich off of words
I sit back, killers spin on your curb
Ten racks, they gon' put in some work
And they won't come back until somebody learn
Or until somebody mama crying (yeah)
These choppers sing like lullabies
Them niggas gon' rat when it's time to slide
He know we on his hat so he gotta hide (come here)
We rock niggas to sleep like a rock-a-bye (yeah)
I was doing the shows, my alibi (uh-huh)
Nigga run up on me, I'ma let it fly (what else?)
'Fore I go like a ho, it's a homicide (okay)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She tripped then I replaced a bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Broke-broke in the car, nigga ain't snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Uh, now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped (come here)
Yeah, uh-huh
I got this FN on me (know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch, nigga)
(Hollo, ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She tripped then I replaced a bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Broke-broke in the car, nigga ain't snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Uh, now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped (come here)
Yeah, I'm tryna get him burnt, murked (get him out of here)
Take a pic, put him on a shirt
Grab a blick, we finna go lurk (we finna go burn something)
They gon' hate when you come from the dirt (bitch)
Spit crack, I got rich off of words
I sit back, killers spin on your curb
Ten racks, they gon' put in some work
And they won't come back until somebody learn
Or until somebody mama crying (yeah)
These choppers sing like lullabies
Them niggas gon' rat when it's time to slide
He know we on his hat so he gotta hide (come here)
We rock niggas to sleep like a rock-a-bye (yeah)
I was doing the shows, my alibi (uh-huh)
Nigga run up on me, I'ma let it fly (what else?)
'Fore I go like a ho, it's a homicide (okay)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I'm still takin' risks
She tripped then I replaced a bitch
I get 'em spent then I replace the sticks
I get 'em spent, I'm upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Broke-broke in the car, nigga ain't snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with 'em then I ran it up quick
Uh, now my money blue like a Crip
I won't diss an opp 'cause I'm tryna get him zipped (come here)
Writer: Andrew Rogers, Khalik Antonio Caldwell, Lamarcus Robertson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.