WALK UP
Stunna 4 Vegas
Struggling with WALK UP? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
You know I gave em the sauce I don't need no stylist lil' bitch I be sauced up I'm fresh as f*ck on the walk up You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya Gas bags I'm smokin' caution Good dope from the West hurt my chest got me coughin' Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous When I hear a broke nigga talkin' Fat ass she look like a barbie Pop a Perc 10 & f*ck till I'm exhausted We really slide no talkin' My lil' homie gone hit he got lit when he caught em Wanna see Stunna send me a deposit They thought I was Nick we wildin' She say she don't suck dick she childish She throwin it back she tryna give me a challenge She throw it back like she tossed it to me And you know I caught it She gave it to me you bought it Going out sad lil' buddy you lost it I put them diamonds up under the faucet Two Glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet We fishtail his whip with that fye then park it I'm that lil' nigga they say I'm a target If you want some smoke then place your order Lil' freak told me I'm hot in Florida Ass shaped like a peach That bitch from Georgia Ion know her name I just call her gorgeous My little niggas want bodies they scoring Hit you block in the foreign and floor it Rich youngin' took off he soarin' I pull up pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin' I'm too important Nigga play with me and get violent Won't talk I'm keepin' it silent That lil' beef shit get me excited swerving Me Jefe and Thailand late night I jumped in that water like a great white My late hittas scrape right Big dog I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right You know I gave em the sauce I don't need no stylist lil' bitch I be sauced up I'm fresh as f*ck on the walk up You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya Gas bags I'm smokin' caution Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin' Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous When I hear a broke nigga talkin' On Insta on that bitch he gone say he a killer Ain't neva shot shit with the gun in them pictures Nigga reach for this shit round my neck he a victim Go read about it, no dissing, it's smoke? Let's clear it, I'm tryna see about em The bush I'm not bout to beat around it Catch a nigga in person beat the shit up out em Lil Stunna Shakur I get around Leave em missing like lost and found Send him up he talking down He play he get knocked outta bounds I gave em the sauce & sound Tryna ride my wave and drowned Come get you a verse and some pounds Say it's up, he get hit with a hundred rounds You know I gave em the sauce I don't need no stylist lil' bitch I be sauced up I'm fresh as f*ck on the walk up You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya Gas bags I'm smokin' caution Good Gas from the West hurt my chest got me coughin' Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous When I hear a broke nigga talkin' Shut the f*ck up!
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Written by: Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Milan Torne
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"WALK UP Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 29 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/1648863/Stunna+4+Vegas/WALK+UP>.
Discuss the WALK UP Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In