Hittas lyrics

[Intro: 252 Lico & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Refrain: 252 Lico]
b*tch, I just cooked up
I'ma serve it to 'em while it's hot
When I grew up, all that I used to study was that dope cookin' in the pot
I keep that heater on me, yeah, I'm still a felon, if a n*gga try me, he get popped
Back then, all these b*tches didn't give a f*ck, but now these b*tches on my jock

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I want that cash and what come with it
Let me know when it drop, I'ma come get it
Lil' b*tch won't get off my line, she cryin'
She like, "Stunna, can you come hit it?"
Yeah, can I bring my gun?
She like, "Boy, I got my son"
Why you actin like a young n*gga?
I won't go out like a dumb n*gga

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I get to that sack like I play for the steelers
So I might change my name to, "Gravedigger"
Grew up with killers and gangs
I'm in the field with my n*ggas like slaves
I put that sh*t on my brother grave
n*gga play with his name and he gotta pay
I got that boy on my face
You might get shot in your face
I ain't f*cking with fake n*ggas
My foot on the gas, the f*ck is a brake?
You ain't the plug, you pay the plug everything you make
Never saved a ho, never wore a cape
That pus*y don't excite me, b*tch
I'm in love with the cake
We got that green like a forest, wait
He from the other side, I'ma serve 'em the shake
My n*ggas slimes, snakes, she let me f*ck, we ain't goin on dates
She chew this di*k like a steak, we don't beef, it get put on a plate
Good gas, lil' ticket, pack sh*t from Denver (Ooh)
n*gga, them numbers is great
Play with my n*ggas, we coming with .50's, somebody dyin' today
[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I want that cash and what come with it
Let me know when it drop, I'ma come get it
Lil' b*tch won't get off my line, she cryin'
She like, "Stunna, can you come hit it?"
Yeah, can I bring my gun?
She like, "Boy, I got my son"
Why you actin like a young n*gga?
I won't go out like a dumb n*gga

[Refrain: 252 Lico]
b*tch, I just cooked up
I'ma serve it to 'em while it's hot
When I grew up, all that I used to study was that dope cookin' in the pot
I keep that heater on me, yeah, I'm still a felon, if a n*gga try me, he get popped
Back then, all these b*tches didn't give a f*ck, but now these b*tches on my jock

[Verse 2: 252 Lico]
Yeah, uh, got what you need, yeah, these fans keep on callin' me
Nah, I don't understand why these pus*y n*ggas even front, don't play with me
n*ggas'll smile in your face and act cool, but know it's all make-believe
What's up with that sh*t that you talkin', n*gga? But none of y'all n*ggas can f*ck with me
We takin your sh*t, you can't get it back
North Cak, b*tch, you know where I'm at
f*cked his b*tch, then I send her back
Broke n*gga, go and get you a pack
Why you lyin', you ain't been in no trap
All of that fake sh*t, boy, you cap
Stop with that fake sh*t that you rap
Broke as hell, go and get you some racks
Was down bad, I ain't goin back
Don't come around my n*ggas for real
We ready to hit sh*t, we walk around with them big sticks
My n*ggas, they really go hit licks
And if it's problems with my n*gga Stunna, then n*ggas get dealt with
[Verse 3: Veedoe]
Ridin' with bags an a warrant
Told her that I would be right back in the mornin'
Just came back with a ton
Servin' the boof while I'm smokin' on Runtz
If a n*gga play with Vee, I'm bustin' this gun
Know it get risky, you know I'm the one
And then gon' ask can I give her some funds
I said, "Let's visit, let me nut on your tongue"
Ran over that ho like a stump
Play with her heart, yeah, I do it for fun
Know that I run it like Gump
Know that these n*ggas, they hear me like Trump
Veedoe and Dreel bad news, like, what?
Mixin' my moves in my skinnies, I stomp
Move four pounds like a blunt
Stunna said these n*ggas gon' front
n*ggas, they short like a bunt
Need to catch up, no Hunt's
One phone call and you done
Got two Drakes with a drum
Painted sidewalk, redrum
Got his mama cryin' for her son
He shouldn't of did what he done
I'm risky, I do what I want