Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna 4 Vegas
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NeéVonn Williams
Composer
Khalik Antonio Caldwell
Composer
Glbert Emodi
Composer
Devaux Allan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KeyWay Beats
Producer
NeéVonn Williams
Producer
Ohkin
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Damn, NeéVon, you went crazy
Keyway, you're a genius
Let's go, 4
[Verse 2]
Aye, I'm that lil' ****
I been with VV on the dental (Been with VV)
We still'll go hop in the rental (Still'll go hop in the rental)
Before it got cool, we was spinnin' (Got cool, we was spinnin')
I said, "Before the views, I was trendin'"
Up that fire, it get hot
Put a cooler on it, it cool down when you hit it (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
I pull up in the coupe with a bitch
She got her head down, givin' head behind five percent
It's dead opps in the air, I can't hide the stench (Shh, ha)
It's a high-speed chase, can't hide the switch (No)
I'd rather get caught with it then without the shit
Give her dick like I love her, I won't wife the bitch (Thot, thot)
Give her dick like I love her (Huh?)
This fire protect me like my brother do (This fire protect me like my brother do)
Know this fire protect me like a rubber
Up that switch, it'll stutter
Touch you and your brother too (Free Trapsino)
[Verse 3]
He fell in love with swingin' his cutter
Now they scared to cut him loose (Bop, gang)
We ain't squashin' no beefs or calling truce (Fuck I look like—)
I can make a quick call, put him on the news (Come on)
I can't talk about racks, rather pour a deuce (Gang)
Dunk a eight in a Sprite, that's a jungle juice (Mud, mud)
Niki keep textin' me, like, "When you comin' through?" (Uh-uh)
I pop a Perc', show ho what them drugs do (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
[Verse 4]
Throw back a Perc' and show her how them pills work (Uh)
I'm on a twenty ball, I'm 'bout to kill her (Uh-uh)
Shawty give head like a expert (Thot, thot)
She let me lay back, show me how them lips work (Eat, eat)
I won't diss, I'ma give 'em a T-shirt (Gang)
Taliban jump out and hit first (Get on)
**** hit up the Scat' and got did worse (What else? Uh)
This shit I be on, you can't rehearse (On God)
[Verse 5]
He get hit with that stick, it ain't no reverb (Blatt)
Shit ain't no game, dog (Shit ain't no game, dog)
Out my top, I sip drank raw (Drank raw)
Chase the pill with the syrup, I might nod off (Fuck, I might nod off, uh-huh)
I don't give a fuck about no blog
I get a **** knocked off with a head nod (I get him out of here)
Peter drunk, he sippin' eggnog (On God)
Peter roll him, knock his head off (Blatt)
[Verse 6]
I'm a hot **** like Bobby Shmurda (What else?)
Bitch ****, don't try this murder
We hop in the V, we ridin', searchin' (Opp huntin')
Opp huntin', we slidin', swervin' (Let's go)
Let's go, **** dyin', mamas cryin', it's merch
Th-Th-This a Trackhawk, we ride, we skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
I get high as a hawk when I pop them Perkies (Percs)
I think I'm addicted to pourin' the syrup (Pourin' the syrup)
[Verse 7]
Every **** with me on alert with a fire in his hand
If I say it, he purgin' (Bop)
Stick a ****, we do him the worst (Bop)
We push up back-to-back in all-black Suburbans (Bop, bop)
Headshot Gang, no surgeon
I-I block the bitch if she actin' too worrisome (Eat, eat)
Kick him out the whip if we feel he nervous
Bitch **** act hard till you close they curtains
[Verse 8]
Bitch **** act hard till you get up on 'em
Yeah
Hard till you close they curtains
Won't talk, we shirt him
Crip Trackhawk, get lost, when we slide, we skrrt
[Verse 9]
Keyway, you're a genius
Damn, NeéVon, you went crazy
Written by: Devaux Allan, Glbert Emodi, Khalik Antonio Caldwell, NeéVonn Williams