Tomorrow

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]

It's 4X

It's 4X

Fuck goin' on, nigga?

Big Whammy shit

Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]

My boys moving work like Narcos

I'm crushing hoes at the condo

Nigga touch Stunna, he dying tomorrow

I got them racks, Wells Fargo

Out in Cali, it’s rows of Gelato

Freak bitch, she gon' fuck for a follow

That lil' nigga dope, Demi Lovato

I fill my .30 with hollows

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]

I'm a big boss, El Chapo

I need a Grizzly, the blanco

Big slime put an opp in a Fanto

You soft, you shoot with yo' eyes closed

No talk with a opp, it’s on sight

Lil' bro tryna play, Fortnite

I keep a strap like a dyke

I ain't worried 'bout losing no fight

You play, you losing your life

Lil' nigga, roll the dice

Stunna Man cold as ice

Wake up though be gone tonight

My slimes dressed in all black

Slide fire they with all that

Fuck IG, nigga, where y'all at?

These niggas cap, baseball hat

I'm turned piped

She tryna fuck aight'

I'ma real slime, Shice

Backdoor or backstab I might

On Runtz, I'm high as a kite

Send him up, he got put on a flight

I don't care what you say on no song, aight?

These niggas been bitch their whole life

I got more work than the Narcos

My boys in the field like the Broncos

Let bullets rain on his block, get a poncho

Fuck a nat nat, I want hunchos

Catch you down bad, it's case closed

Fuck it, get him a halo

My lil' niggas goat, no yayo

It's smoke, we bringin' out spraycos

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]

We got more work than the Narcos

I'm crushing hoes at the condo

Nigga touch Stunna, he dying tomorrow

I got them racks, Wells Fargo

Out in Cali, it’s rows of Gelato

Freak bitch, she gon' fuck for the follow

That lil' nigga dope, Demi Lovato

I fill my .30 with hollows

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

I'm Dior'd down today

I just put this on to go make a play (Don't lie)

That lil' check that you got today

Enough to get a nigga flushed away

Rappers be acting like straight bitches, all that Internet beefing, I ain't with it

Think he the man, but ain't shit really

Shoot the Glock at his feet, make him get silly

I got to shine right now

Don't know if I'ma see tomorrow (I don't know where you at)

They keep a nigga on the blogs

All over the Web I'm Peter Parker (Like I'm Spiderman, ayy)

I'm balling, batter up

All of my whips, they be matted up

Two clips on a scrimps, got it plattered up

Soon as you see us, you scattered us

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]

My boys moving work like Narcos

I'm crushing hoes at the condo

Nigga touch Stunna, he dying tomorrow

I got them racks, Wells Fargo

Out in Cali, it’s rows of Gelato

Freak bitch, she gon' fuck for the follow

That lil' nigga dope, Demi Lovato

I fill my .30 with hollows