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Ron Suno, niggas know the fucking vibes Bang, bang I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Fuck what you jacking, boy Fuck what you claiming Fuck what you Bang I'm on the scene and we did 'em You cannot fuck with a winner I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Gang Fuck what you jacking, boy, fuck what you claiming Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em Make a wrong move then we (gang) We gon' put 'em in motion Bullets gon' rub up and down like it's lotion Ron Suno, niggas know what I'm toting Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smoking I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit' it Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted I be too dead of the weed, had to wake up We line 'em up, he get cut for the shape up How you gon' flex but you broke? Get ya cake up How 'bout we spot 'em? We gon' have to break suntin' I pour the drink, pour the ice in the cup Pull up, we link, probably fight in the club Niggas want smoke then we lighting him up That's not ya mans, why you hyping him up? Look at the racks that I get in a day Flip through the pack, I might flip through the cake Niggas is broke, never been in a Wraith I'm on the road, gotta bend with a drake Tell them niggas pull up, I just be toting the semi Tell them niggas, get with me I might just hop out a Bentley I might just spend like 50, 50 I'm on the scene and we did 'em You cannot fuck with a winner I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Gang Fuck what you jacking, boy, fuck what you claiming Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em Make a wrong move then we (gang) We gon' put 'em in motion Bullets gon' rub up and down like it's lotion Ron Suno, niggas know what I'm toting Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smoking I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit' it Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted Look, I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em I call up Billy, I pass it, he wet 'em I'll just rebound if he miss like a center Before the coat, brought a gun for the winter Ayy, look Uppin' the chop Ion like birds, I'ma shot at the flock Niggas like, "Sheff, you be moving too" Niggas like, "Sheff, you be moving too hot" I get the bands, I'm double and flippin' it I'm in the foreign, ya bitch in here whippin' it I hit it once, she calling, she missing it Catch a new opp for the week, we dismissing 'em, ayy, ayy Look at him running I drop a bag on any who want it Diss on the gang, be gone by the morning Shots at his back he was frontin', ayy I'm on the scene and we did 'em You cannot fuck with a winner I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Gang Fuck what you jacking, boy, fuck what you claiming Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em Make a wrong move then we (gang) We gon' put 'em in motion Bullets gon' rub up and down like it's lotion Ron Suno, niggas know what I'm toting Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smoking I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit' it Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted
Writer(s): Keron Foriest, Samuel Irizarry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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