Beast in the Studio

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
From the fuckin' top, yeah
Uh, rich youngin (Uh-huh)
(Damn, Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas)
Rich nigga, stupid, Billion Dollar Baby Entertainment
Look (Rich), yeah, Billion Dollar Baby Entertainment (Wham)
Uh-huh (I got them racks, no scam)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Huh)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy, they know I'm a beast in that studio (Yeah)
My money go long like Julio (Jones, long)
I cross you quicker than Rubio (Jugg)
Nigga got hit with that upper though (That nigga got hit with that upper though)
Pull up in the fest, make her drive the boat (Thot)
I can't go back and forth, I'm tryna clear the smoke (I'm tryna clear the smoke)
My lil' nigga like, fuck it, let's up the score (Bah)
With all my ice, I go where I wanna go (I go where I wanna go)

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, this a Glock, not a Calico (Glock)
Uh, I'm more richer than Nash (I'm more richer than Nash)
I need to be praised for Stunna flow (Yeah)
Freak bitch, say she love when I'm rappin' (Say she love when I'm freein' that shit)
Uh, I think that name was Ashley (Uh)
Agressive, I make her look back when I'm smashin' (Uh, uh)
'Cause that pussy go gooder than casket (Yeah)
You just here to get put in the basket (Bang)
Uh, uh, uh, I came from shit, I'm flashin' (I came from shit)
So everywhere I go, I show my ass (I'm showin' my ass)
Bitch, I spend these racks with passion
'Cause I know how it feel to be down bad (I'm havin' this cash)
Would you get? (Yeah)
I was broke, had to get off my shit (I had to get off my shit)
Spent a check, went and flooded my wrist (Ice)
I get her wetter than a bitch when I lift up my fist (I get her wetter than a bitch)
Uh, I got these niggas pissed (Uh)
Got rich, I'm still in the mix (Blatt)
I got more cash than Bieb' (Yeah)
And I got more hoes than Nick (Say, nigga)
I got more sticks than the woods (Yeah)
I go where I want, I'm good (Uh-huh)
We put your dog in the air like Bud
I'm tryna slam on an opp like Spud (Uh, I'm tryna slam on a bitch)
I wanna know why these niggas hate (Huh)
He do the wrong thing, he a dinner plate (Yeah)
My boy treat that pack like give 'n' go (Uh)
On gang, we used to play give and take (On gang)
Rich nigga, I use her mouth to masturbate (Thot)
I get that ho wetter than the Outer Banks (Uh)
I need me a ho look like Tyra Banks (Ooh)
Shit, nigga, I fly with that fire when I'm out of state (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas & BannUpPrince]
Ayy, they know I'm a beast in that studio (Beast)
My money go long like Julio (Jones, long)
I cross you quicker than Rubio (Jugg)
Nigga got hit with that upper though (That nigga got hit with that upper, yeah)
Pull up in the fest, make her drive the boat (Yeah)
I can't go back and forth, I'm tryna clear the smoke (Yeah)
My lil' nigga like, fuck it, let's up the score (BannUp, get your bands up)
With all my ice, I go where I wanna go (I go where I wanna go)

[Verse 2: BannUpPrince]
I go where I want, I'm good, yeah
Still with my chain in the hood, yeah
Let's get this shit understood, yeah
I wish a fuck nigga would, yeah
I'm in the mall with the flag in my pocket (Boss)
Ice on my neck, dare you to try (Yeah)
He said he want smoke, when I see him, he project (Huh)
And all my opps broke, they got lean in they pockets (Broke)
They know I'm a beast in that studio (Facts)
We lift up opps like, where he go? (Where he go?)
Your bitch go around like a merry-go' (Yeah, yeah)
We in the field like G.I. Joe (Grrt)
Yeah, play with the gang, you get exposed
We catch an opp and put blood on his cross
He drop to his knee like he 'bout to purpose (Yeah)
Now I'm switchin' guns like I'm switchin' my hoes (Yeah)
I ain't BDB, but I still work the billion
Ain't sign to no label, I'm still independent
Throw Stunna a sign when he make a few millions (4X)
And got us on label, this shit finally been us (Yeah)
They be caught in the mix, since the Glock hit civilians (Bah)
Oh, he seen it happen, we gettin' a witness (Bah)
I'm still sippin' lean like I'm killin' my sickness (Lean)
My neighborhood hero was really a villain (Boss)
Bad bitch on the 'Gram and she mixed with Brazilian (Yeah)
When I fly her out, boy, you know I'm gon' kill it (Come here)
Her ass like a punk and your shorty the teacher (Yeah)
She ain't got no kids, but she get all my children
You know I'm the realest, the dead niggas here
The block gonna see it, I been that nigga since Baby was Jesus
Since Michael was Black with the purse in your bitch
Since Michael was ballin', gang fuck with lil' Cleveland (Yeah)
She just wanna fuck, I told her, "Link up" (Calm down)
You say you got pressure with niggas, speak up (Huh)
They do all that dissing, but never link up (Huh)
They post on the 'Gram to get they Tweet sub
I'm in the trap, I need a re-up (Yeah)
You ain't that bad, stop back at the club (Huh)
A ten in 'Nessee, in Cali a dub (Yeah)
Just suck the dick and shut the fuck up (Yeah)