Stunna 4 Vegas – 4Risk (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Stunna 4 Vegas - 4Risk (prod. Hollo & Yung Glizzy)

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Stunna 4 Vegasis here with “4Risk”. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Hollo & Yung Glizzy.

Stunna 4 Vegas 4risk
Stunna 4 Vegas 4risk

Stunna 4 Vegas has been slowly bubbling up in the shadow of DaBaby’s success over the past year, readying his own breakout moment. Welcome To 4 Vegas, his forthcoming project, is due out in the near future, rolling out singles in anticipation for its release. Following last month’s “Gun Smoke,” the rapper returned with his latest offering, “4Risk.” His animated flow and bark in his punchlines are powered by floor rattling bass and hypnotizing flutes. Detailing the wins and the losses in life, “4RISK” is a chaotic banger that serves as a testament to Stunna 4 Vegas’s hustle.

Stunna 4 Vegas has kept busy throughout the year, releasing numerous singles as well as his project, Rich Youngin at the beginning of the year.

Stunna 4 Vegas – 4Risk (prod. Hollo & Yung Glizzy)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
(Hollo)
(Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
(Glizzy, what you cookin’ up?)

[Chorus]
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I’m still takin’ risks
She trip then I replace the bitch
I get ’em spent then I replace the sticks
I get ’em spent, I’m upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Niggas broke in the car, nigga ain’t snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with ’em then I ran it up quick
Now mama need blue like a Crip
I won’t diss an opp ’cause I’m tryna get him zipped

[Verse]
Yeah, I’m tryna get him burnt, murked (Get him out of here)
Take a pic, put him on a shirt
Grab a blick, we finna go lurk
They gon’ hate when you come from the dirt
Spit crack, I got rich off of words
I sit back, killers spin on your curb
Ten racks, they gon’ put in some work
And they won’t come back until some learn
Or until somebody mama crying
These choppers sing like lullabies
Them niggas gon’ rat when it’s time to slide
He know we on his hat so he gotta hide
We rock niggas to sleep like a rock-a-bye
I was doing the shows, my alibi
Nigga run up on me, I’ma let it fly
‘Fore I go like a ho, it’s a homicide

[Chorus]
Welcome to 4 Vegas, bitch
You know I’m still takin’ risks
She trip then I replace the bitch
I get ’em spent then I replace the sticks
I get ’em spent, I’m upping the smoke
Up with this blick, he tucking and roll
She reach for my dick, almost let off the pole
Know I stay with my fire like I stay with my bros
Know I stay with my gun like I stay with my bitch
Niggas broke in the car, nigga ain’t snatch shit
I think it was karma, I used to hit licks
502 to the 2, bitch, I came from them bricks
The day I lost racks, know I had to get rich
Quick left with ’em then I ran it up quick
Now mama need blue like a Crip
I won’t diss an opp ’cause I’m tryna get him zipped

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