Stunna 4 Vegas – What It Do Lyrics | New Today Lyrics

[Intro]Fah, fah
Ain’t what it do, nigga?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, boy, stank, you hard (Stank, you hard)
Uh, stay with that fye, that’s somethin’ you knew, that’s somethin’ you knew
Lil Choppa made that beat, he on that hit to play it broad
Uh

[Chorus]Uh, ain’t what it do?
We talkin’ blicks, I came with two
Talkin’ hoes, I got a few
I stay with that fye, that’s somethin’ you knew
I love red, my money blue (My money blue)
Make the wrong move, he make the news
We leave him stretch, won’t leave a clue
Bitch give me neck, off what it do (Off what it do)

[Verse 1]Tick, tick, tick, tick (Tick), boom (Boom)
Nigga play ’round in this bitch, it go down in this bitch, we bought so many rounds in the room
Pull up and hit, pull off, zoom
Y’all niggas 12 like afternoon (Uh)
p*ssy nigga, you cap likе [?] (Cap)
We tryna send them to thе [?] room (Get ’em outta here)
Lay and you play, it’s channel two (Play and you lay)
Uh, I drop a deuce and I’m [?] dude
I tell a ho, What you try to do? (Thot)
If she not tryna f*ck, she give the boob (Get her outta here)
I’m booted up, I just popped two
They [?], but we drop two (Pick ’em up)
I keep my fye ’cause I got to (Fah, fah)
You my brother then, nigga, I got you (You know that)
Some might say I paved the way for before they goin’ crazy (4X)
Them niggas slide like [?]Them choppers clap like [?] (Uh, gang)
We lay low, them niggas play
Then we be creepin’ where he stay (p*ssy)
Say I grace to eat his plate, still prayin’ glo’nem beat the case (Gang)[Chorus]Uh, ain’t what it do?
We talkin’ blicks, I came with two
Talkin’ hoes, I got a few
I stay with that fye, that’s somethin’ you knew

I love red, my money blue
Make the wrong move, he make the news
We leave him stretch, won’t leave a clue
Bitch give me neck, off what it do

[Verse 2]Bitch give me neck, off what it do (Off what it do)
She got good p*ssy, I like it (Uh)
Diamonds be bitin’
f*ckin’ a bitch with my ice on, she say it get her excited (Icy, icy)
I’m the big [?] dog, nigga touch me, he do the wrong thing, we be startin’ a riot (Blatt)
Drop it off, then hop in a private (Bratt)
I’m smokin’ an opp by the pilot (Smokin’ an opp by the pilot)
I run up them racks to the roof (Racks)
Still in that safe like we finna go loot (Come here)
Nigga back, pop out the coupe (Pah, pah)
Heard he got hit with a sushi (Pah, pah, boom)
I heard he got hit with a slammed up (Boom)
Triple-cross, the light and one
I’m too rich, I can’t be for the radom (Icy)
I put a stick on the end of the handgun
Put a stick on the end of the blick
Put some tips in the end of the stick (Uh-hum)
Big Glock make we walk with a limp (What else?)
Big racks make her show me her clit (Thot)
I’m shootin’ this bitch in the clique
Tired of my phone, I’m shootin’ the flick with your bitch (Let’s go)
I got an again lick (Let’s go), you see me with fye just like Lilo and Stitch (Gang, gang)[Chorus]Uh, ain’t what it do?
We talkin’ blicks, I came with two
Talkin’ hoes, I got a few
I stay with that fye, that’s somethin’ you knew
I love red, my money blue
Make the wrong move, he make the news
We leave him stretch, won’t leave a clue
Bitch give me neck, off what it do (Bitch give me neck, off what it do)

[Outro]Bitch give me neck, off what it do, ho
Bratt
That booty, what’s up with that booty, bitch?