Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Johnston
Tarik Johnston
Songwriter
Nicolas Zita
Nicolas Zita
Songwriter
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PYROMAN
PYROMAN
Producer
Rvssian
Rvssian
Producer
Glenn Tabor III
Glenn Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Chris Grossman
Chris Grossman
Recording Engineer
J Shriver
J Shriver
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh (Hey, Rvssian), 4X (Pyroman)
[Chorus]
I'm smokin' West Coast Cure in a Russian (Gas)
And I'm on a beat by Rvssian (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I got my K's from Russia (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Keep fuck **** far away, I cannot trust them (Fuck)
She diggin' my rhymes, you a buster
I fuck her and dip, but you lay up and love her (Thot-thot)
You hittin' that ho with no rubber
She just give me head, we don't lay under covers
[Verse 1]
She fell in love with big Stunna, she want a piece of the Rich Youngin (4X)
He play tough, but won't do it, ain't did nothin'
No attempts, my lil' hittas wan' rip somethin'
I might spend three racks on a 'fit, fuck it (Cash)
Whole 30 in my clip, thuggin' (I'm thuggin')
Ayy, I want change for nothin'
You gon' fall for anything if you don't stand for something
What is smoke? Nobody got answers for it (On gang)
I work for it, it wasn't handed to me (On gang)
You wanting no smoke, when you ran into me
**** know he would've got his ass handed to him
I'm mashin' the gas, my tank full of fuel
He gon' step on me, must be April Fools' (Huh)
You-you-you ain't gangsta 'cause you dropped out of school
I graduated, still break the rules
And I'm still that ****, I'm richer than all my opps
You get turned to a plate if I make 'em cool (On Blood)
I had a Glock on me, I have an A in school
I will not go back and forth, I'ma play it cool
Don't let Instagram get you distracted (Pussy)
Lil' ****, I'm tryna clap you (Uh)
I ain't tryna do no rap battle
I'm tryna leave your ass stiff like a statue (Fa-fa-fa)
[Chorus]
I'm smokin' West Coast Cure in a Russian (Gas)
And I'm on a beat by Rvssian (By Rvssian)
Bitch, I got my K's from Russia (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Keep fuck **** far away, I cannot trust them (Fuck)
She diggin' my rhymes, you a buster
I fuck her and dip, but you lay up and love her (Thot-thot)
You hittin' that ho with no rubber (Ho)
She just give me head, we don't lay under covers (Uh, uh, let's go)
Written by: Khalick Caldwell, Nicolas Zita, Rodolfo Argueta, Tarik Johnston
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