Rich Off Words - Stunna 4 Vegas, DaBaby

I pull out the lot with the pink note

We pull up and pop at your people (Pop, pop, pop, pop)

Tote my gun in NY, even though it illegal

Out my mind, probably higher than an eagle (I'm hot)

Put a hole in that boy like a bagel (Hah)

These fuck niggas be see-through (Pussy)

We got a whole lotta guns like the Navy (Uh)

We got a whole lotta guns like the Army

I bust in public like Baby (Baow)

Touch me, nigga must be brazy (Brazy)

I’m geeked and white boy wasted (Wasted)

Sip lean, it got me lazy (Lazy)

I gave her a pill and a chaser (Thot)

Stick got a dick and a laser (Baow)

He run, these hallows will chase him (Come here)

She see me, she get shot like a taser

Hit her raw, end up having my baby

Nah, for real

Quarter-million dollar whip, I drive that bitch like a Chevy

I hit this freak the other week, I ain’t know that that was his ho,

I wasn’t tryna be messy

I pull up new bulletproof Lexus

2020 all this that a nigga be flexin', she told me I’m and sexy (Ooh)

All fifties on me, and they pink, they look just like a pussy

When I wanna fuck, she gon' let me

I love my bitch 'cause she gangsta

I say she look good, she don’t even say, «Thank you»

She give me that «Uh,"I give her a spank

I fuck with the gun on her bed like a gangsta

Give me that, mmm, give me that

That boy a grown man, girl, that boy ain’t no baby

I used to pull up one deep with the four-five

I keep it real, I ain’t told your ass no lie (Uh-huh, shh)

Them hoes on me bad and I don’t even know where I go

She ride the dick on her toes

She put that pussy in drive and she roll, I go

They think they in Baby business

He buyin' Benzes, what do you know 'bout?

Uh, I’m pullin' on her extensions (Uh)

Hit it way too hard, I might fuck up or blow out (Uh, uh)

I tuck my gun when I go out (Let's go)

You know I ain’t leavin' my lace (Uh-uh)

This bitch glued to me like paste (Fah)

Wrong move, I’m catchin' a case

I have 'em racks, I can’t wait on the bank (Racks)

Big bool sit right by my waist

I get a room, put my child on her face (Yeah)

I’m off the drank, they could down like an eight

Me and Stunna ain’t worried 'bout shit

And we told y’all niggas

Uh, uh, bitch, I got rich off of words (Rich off of words, rich)

A broke nigga get on my nerves (Get on my nerves, bitch)

I wash down the purp with the syrup (Uh)

Came from nothin', I stood on the curb (Uh)

I moved 'dukes from the hood to the 'burbs (Uh)

Rob me?

Boy, that shit for the birds (Bitch)

I send him to sit with the birds (Let's go, sit)

Sent me ten, now I send you a verse

You broke lil' nigga, you need to go see a nurse (Nigga, you broke)

Them shots make 'em shot like he in church (Pussy)

I feel like they hatin' on me the most (Nigga, they hate)