Stunna 4 Vegas - Tomorrow lyrics correction

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[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
It's 4X
It's 4X
Fuck goin' on, nigga
Big Whammy shit

[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

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