Stunna 4 Vegas Ft. Lil Yachty – Boat 4 Vegas + lyrics

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Stunna 4 Vegas returned with a brand new collaboration alongside Lil Yachty. The two teamed up “Boat 4 Vegas,” produced by “Act Up” hitmaker, EarlOnTheBeat. 

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Boat 4 Vegas lyrics

Uh, f— a n—- (Stunna in this b—-, too, f— ’em)
Uh, stupid (Boat, Stunna, Boat, Boat)

I’m a big boss
I blew the back-end on a wrist watch (Cash)
Bust down and my s— do not tick-tock (Ice)
I ain’t talkin’ to you, b—-, I’m lettin’ that stick talk (Bow bow)
I ain’t finna rap beef, f— hip-hop
You can put it in a box before you hear me lip box (Uh)
B—-, we got more gas than a pit stop
A n—- get smacked, we ain’t goin’ for no slick talk (Nope)
She said she ain’t f—–’, then make her walk (F—)
Pull up the gang, white chalk (Brrt)
It’s a f—— b—-, this not a TED talk (Yeah)
The money still young, bedrock
B—- I’m runnin’ through rings like a hedgehog
Need another (What?), and another (What?)
F— your sister, I want your grandmother (What?)
Yeah she older, but close to your brother (Yeah)
Tryna hurt him (F— that n—-)
Tryna hurt him ’cause I over-heard him (Yeah)
Talkin’ s— ’bout the gang we gon’ burn him (Yeah)
Not a player, lil boy you a red shirt (Shh)
Acting gangster gon’ get your lil’ feelings hurt (B—-)
Got a druggie lil b—- poppin’ hella percs (Yeah

Sign a deal, I had to move mama first (Yeah)
‘Cause I’m in the streets and still put in work (No cap)
My lil n—- will smoke him and won’t think (Gang)
I keep that b—- coming back like a dope fiend (Thot, thot)
20 racks on him and the whole team (Racks)
Giving me money was the wrong thing to do (Ha)
‘Cause I’m tryna get all my ops stink
This XD hit like Ali (Fa fa)
I pray a f— n—- come try me
I’m going viral, I’ma catch me a body (Come here, b—-)
Double C’s on my kicks, b—- (Huh?)
But I am not a Cryp (Uh uh)
I bleed red like I slit my wrists
Uh, she eat up my d— like a dinner dish
Come down, they won’t wait, flip the whip you in
You gotta slang out for a membership
What else? ‘Cause we slide, f— that rapper s—
N—- reach at my neck, we gon’ wack a b—-
If the booty a peach I’ma crack the b—-
Try to stiff on Lil Boat I’ma smack the b—-
Wack the b—-, make her [?] they gon’ sack the b—-
B—-, I was sleepin’ on mattresses (Yeah)
B—-, now I’m sleepin’ with actresses (Facts)
And I talk like a mo’ f—–’ activist (Slatt)
In her gut like some mo’ f—–’ laxatives (Yeah)
Ohh, my n—– active (Brrt)
And my b—- say she want a new a– lift (Yeah)
Want her a– lift, told her, “Go drive Lyft” (Bih)
And she mad ’cause I’m f—–’ up Saks Fifth (F—)
But I can’t give a dollar to no b—- (F—)

We ain’t goin’ back and forth, we crashin’ (Crashin’)
You gon’ die if you callin’ on smoke, b—- (Huh)
I just pulled off the lot with no mileage (Skrt)
I still ain’t gon’ slide in no Focus
Uh, I got the world wide open (Uh)
Everything I say, they quote
Off the top, n—- know I ain’t wrote it
He ain’t gon’ let that iron off, he don’t know how to hold it
I’m rockin’ Margiela’s like Smokey (Yeah)
No ratchet, I need a Karreuche (Yeah, yeah)
A– fat like Renni Rucci
Make her eat d—, I won’t buy her no Gucci
N—- beefin’ with us, it’s gon’ get spooky (P—-)
For your scary a–, you stupid (Uh uh)
I won’t leave without my tool
Every n—- with me strapped, and every n—- gon’ shoot it (Fa fa)

Juice WRLD Ft. Lil Yachty – For The Team + lyrics

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Juice WRLD comes through with yet another new song titled “For The Team” featuring Lil Yachty .

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For The Team lyrics

I’m Jack with a bean (Uh)
All my diamonds gleam (Uh)
Everything that I do, I do for my team (Gang)
Walkin’ ’round with a Glock and it got a beam (Uh)
Hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n—- jeans (Uh)
B—- I’m rich, b—- I’m rich, been rich since a teen (Ooh)
B—- I’m rich, b—- I’m rich, been rich since a teen (Yep)
I’m that n—- all these new n—– wanna be (Uh)
And I won’t stop ’til I’m dead at a murder scene (Let’s go)

They can’t kill me, I’m invicible (B—- I won’t die)
F— my school and f— my principal (They can all die)
I ain’t ever get to principles (No)
But thanks to Travis I still got the antidote, yeah
I’m gon’ crash the rental (Skrt), codeine in my Minute Maid (Lean)
Diamonds on my dental (Yeah), b—- I feel like Flava Flav (Lean)
I don’t use a pen (Yeah), this s— comin’ off the brain (Lean)
B—- I need your mental (Yeah), b—- I need that super brain
Tell me what you into (Yeah), hit me with your info (Yeah)
I’ma f— you, leave, maybe leave a voice memo (Hey, hey, yeah)
I may drop your name on my favorite instrumental (Hey, hey, ya dig?)
I may blow you up like a pop with some Mentos (Hey, hey, yeah)

I’m Jack with a bean (Uh)
All my diamonds gleam (Uh)
Everything that I do, I do for my team (Gang)
Walkin’ ’round with a Glock and it got a beam (Uh)
Hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n—- jeans (Uh)
B—- I’m rich, b—- I’m rich, been rich since a teen (Ooh)
B—- I’m rich, b—- I’m rich, been rich since a teen (Yep)
I’m that n—- all these new n—– wanna be (Uh)
And I won’t stop ’til I’m dead at a murder scene (Let’s go)

I got six whips (Uh), I might buy out Phipps (Uh)
Drop my balls in yo’ b—- call it “chips and dip”
And I like the Lamb’ and the La Ferrari (Yeah, skrt)
I’ll eat Mickey D’s before calamari
Don’t invite me to your party ’cause I’ll have to pass (Pass)
160 on the e-way, I’m about to crash (Crash)
Oh my god can I f— first before you dash? (Dash)
B—- was ugly but she still had a big ol’ a– (Let’s go)
Big guns on me no paintball (Hoo)
Send a b—- home no
Watch on my wrist more wet than a waterfall (Hoo)
D— a b—- down then I don’t call
Real scumbag, real scumbag, uh
Love her, no, she’s a comeback, uh
These new n—– my sons that’s facts
These n—– lurkin’ ain’t try’na play dad

I’m Jack with a bean (Uh)
All my diamonds gleam (Uh)
Everything that I do, I do for my team (Gang)
Walkin’ ’round with a Glock and it got a beam (Uh)
Hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n—- jeans (Uh)
B—- I’m rich, b—- I’m rich, been rich since a teen (Ooh)
B—- I’m rich, b—- I’m rich, been rich since a teen (Yep)
I’m that n—- all these new n—– wanna be (Uh)
And I won’t stop ’til I’m dead at a murder scene (Let’s go)