Havin My Way

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas] Uh, uh Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Uh, uh, uh [Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks) Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot, thot) I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck) These niggas act like I ain't done enough (Huh?) We open fire, no uppercuts Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) He say it's up, it's stuck, uh I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope) I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks) Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot) I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck) These niggas act like I ain't done enough We open fire, no uppercuts Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) He say it's up, it's stuck I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' [Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas] That lil' nigga flex, Hercules (4X) I'm walkin' straight in, ain't no searchin' me (Fuck) Put this dick on her, she like, "You hurtin' me" Glock with a dick, send 'em up, no surgery (Come here) He got hit with the whole magazine Want beef with us, you need strategy (Huh) I hit that nat, she attached to me I'm with your ho blowin' dope off the balcony, uh I spent your rent on a Moncler (Cash) I made it back the next day (No cap) I see through these niggas, x-ray (Fuck) She give me head, not headaches, uh (Nat nat) Boy, you in the way, you dead weight (Bitch) I spend backends on AK's (Blaow) ARP's and them Drac' things I put a rap check on your whole gang (Get 'em out of there) I really be where they can't hang (Huh?) Treat an opp block like a gun range (Hah) I treat a thot thot like she nothin' (Ooh) I came from shit, I make racks off performing (On gang) And I'm booked like I'm touring (Booked) All month, backends keep coming (Cash) Ho called, she say she horny I'm on the road, I'll be there in the morning (Thot thot) [Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks) Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot) I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck) These niggas act like I ain't done enough (Huh?) We open fire, no uppercuts Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) He say it's up, it's stuck, uh I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope) I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks) Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot) I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck) These niggas act like I ain't done enough We open fire, no uppercuts (Uh) Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there, Uh) He say it's up, it's stuck (Uh) I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Yeah) [Verse 2: Young Nudy] Pull up in a tank like Master P (Yeah) Yeah, niggas be after me (Yeah) I got a .223 with me, yeah That bitch gon' shoot with me (Yeah) Y'all niggas dyin' in the streets tryna play with me You know I love fuckin' beats (Yeah) And I love fuckin' freaks Fuck your ho, yeah, to sleep, yeah And she wanna get geeked Let that ho sip the double cup, yeah, with me, yeah And I'm, I'm a king Paradise East, PDE, yeah (Yeah) Y'all niggas can't fuck with me when it come to this beef (Uh-uh) I'm pullin' up 'bout four deep Everybody strapped up with me (Yeah) We got them thirties and chopsticks (Yeah) Yeah, nigga, we gon' mop shit (Yeah) Shoot a motherfuckin' opp bitch (Yeah) And middle finger to the cops, bitch (Oh yeah) On the block I be givin' niggas hell Hell yeah, I'm shell (I'm shell) Thirty round, nah, nah for real Y'all niggas know what it is [Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas] I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks) Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot) I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck) These niggas act like I ain't done enough (Huh?) We open fire, no uppercuts Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) He say it's up, it's stuck, uh I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope) I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks) Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot) I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck) These niggas act like I ain't done enough We open fire, no uppercuts Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there) He say it's up, it's stuck I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'