(Kris)
Hold up
Grrt
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes (Turn that up, Young Madz)
Hold up
First nigga move, he get lit like a candle (Grrah)
What's the word, nigga? What is your handle? (Grrrt, boom)
Bodies gon' drop, now they look like a dance move
With your bitch and she wearing them sandals
I wear the Mike Amiri with the Christians
She wanna fuck, she saying that I'm different
I hit her once, so better hide your bitches
They call me Drummond, banging like the Pistons
Fuck what they say 'cause niggas always ducking (Yes)
They just mad I made it out of nothing
Get off my dick, they makin' up assumptions (Yes)
It get lit, I'm fuckin' up the function
Throwing all these shots like I'm Reggie Miller (Boom)
Pull up on your block, then we make a Triller (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitches wanna fuck, I'm geekin' off the liquor
Gotta keep it tight for niggas that be squealing (Grrr)
Like, oh, what's the word? What they wanna do?
He talking tough, I beat him with the tool
He try to run, I'm backing out the deuce
Better get back, I'm clearing out the room (Bah)
Like, nigga, what's up? All y'all niggas is pussy
Got chops if you think you can book me (What?)
We gon' slide on their block and we Toosie
Fuck your BM, we giving out cookies
They call me Ron Suno, I'm a GOAT
Why would I lack? I got it in my coat
Niggas get clapped for thinking I'm a joke
Hold on, get back, I'm really 'bout to throw
Like, grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Like, grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
They call me Ron Suno, I'm a GOAT
Why would I lack? I got it in my coat
Niggas get clapped for thinking I'm a joke
Hold on, get back, I'm really 'bout to throw
Like, grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Like, grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
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