| Ron Suno
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| Niggas know the fucking vibes
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| Bang, bang
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| I keep the Glock in the sprinter
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| I make it hot in December
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| Fuck what you jacking boy
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| Fuck what you claiming
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| Fuck what you…
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| Bang
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| (Chorus: Ron Suno)
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| I’m on the scene and we did 'em
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| You cannot fuck with a winner
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| I keep the Glock in the sprinter
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| I make it hot in December
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| Gang
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| Fuck what you jacking boy
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| Fuck what you claiming
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| Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
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| Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em
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| Make a wrong move then we…
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| Gang
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| We gon put 'em in motion
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| Bullets gon rub up and down like it’s lotion
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| Ron Suno, niggas know what I’m toting
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| Roll up a blunt and the gas that I’m smoking
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| I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
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| Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
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| Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit it
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| Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted |