Stunna 4 Vegas – The One Lyrics

I made a big cake outta crumbs.
(Free Sino, Free Trillz, Free Street)
I made a big cake outta crumbs.
(Free Glo)

I made a big cake outta crumbs.
I made a big cake
Before my grandma left,
She told me I’m the one.
He can’t get right,
Then he get left where I’m from.
Product of my trenches,
I came so far from the slums.
Bitch I came so far from the trenches.
I came so far from the jects.
Now it’s foreign cars and private jets.
Hold her hand,
I hold my fist up
& I bet I get her wet.
Before I play,
I load my clip up.
Iont send shots on the nets,
We tryna send shots thru his neck.
Gang gotta 100 shots trailing me,
in the hellcat while im in the Vet.
I drop a tip,
Then get em whacked.
N**** bet not slip,
We on his hat.
I got my trip when i go on trips,
Up off the hip, I leave em flat.
Hop out the whip,
My gun go blatt x5

Let me go
I jump out the car,
They all wanna pic.
I done did or seen some shit
So I be clutching on my blick.
Even when I take a pic.
We don’t love no hoes,
We break em.
We came so far from the vacant.
He act so hard but he shaking.
He play so cut but he cookie.
N**** pussy.
We turn semis into fullys,
Spank his ass,
Switch on the glock
when I catch I give em a whoopin.
She love StunnaMan,
I told the bitch I’m Him,
Proof in the pudding.
Call the shots and I send em,
He don’t think with his mind,
I get it took.

I made a big cake outta crumbs
Before my grandma left,
She told me I’m the one.
He can’t get right,
Then he get left where I’m from.
Product of my trenches,
I came so far from the slums.
Bitch I came so far from the trenches.
I came so far from the jects.
Now it’s foreign cars and private jets.
Hold her hand,
I hold my fist up
& I bet I get her wet.
Before I play,
I load my clip up.
Iont send shots on the nets,
We tryna send shots thru his neck.

N**** catch one to the neck,
Ima send this bitch up
Soon as shit go down.
That’s on my set,
She an eater
So I made the bitch go down,
Soon as we met.
I Told Johnny bust me down
50 thousand around my neck.
I told my brother put him down,
& when you done,
Come get yo check.
If i don’t do nothing,
Ima get that check first.
Bitch it’s YRB or nothing,
Yeah I’m head first.
Thot, You can keep on your clothes,
Bitch I want head first.
We be sparking shit like January 1st.
You know we light shit up like fireworks.
My lil n**** tweaking,
He just tryna show me how his fire work.
N**** better not do no reaching,
If he do, I bet irons will burst.
We ride SRTs
& make Opp n***** ride in hearse.

(Hook)
I made a big cake outta crumbs
Before my grandma left,
She told me I’m the one.
He can’t get right,
Then he get left where I’m from.
Product of my trenches,
I came so far from the slums.
Bitch I’m just a product of that 1 Way.
I came so far from the jects.
Now it’s foreign cars and private jets.
Hold her hand,
I hold my fist up
& I bet I get her wet.
Before I play,
I load my clip up.
Iont send shots on the nets,
We tryna send shots thru his neck.


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