Letras
Oh my God, Ronny
We gon' pull up in that Benz truck
Break your fucking chin up
Police lookin' for me
But i swear they ain't gon' get us
I just skipped town
I ain't comin' back for six months
Bad bitch, big butt
Suckin' on my big nut
You ain't got another chance
I just count a 100 bands
I just count 200 bands
I'm runnin' out of rubber bands
I can't trust a soul, no
I go where my pole go
I ain't with the broke boys
Nigga you a homo
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?
Mula really made it out
Same niggas talkin' 'bout
Show you what that green about
My bitch is fake
Everything that we rage bout
I ain't got my gun
I'ma show you what that blade about
Oh you got a strap, nigga, go on, bust it then
Looking at my chain, nigga, go on, touch it then
I just wanna know if that shit really shoot
I just wanna know if that trigger finger loose
Oh you got a strap, nigga, go on, bust it then
Looking at my chain, nigga, go on, touch it then
I just wanna know if that shit really shoot
I just wanna know if that trigger finger loose
All my niggas with the shits, and ignorant
We just young black, and militant, and full of shit
Got your gun out, then bust it then
I hope it jams on yo' ass and you get done in
I ain't your friend, I'm on my bullshit, hood shit
Red ragaroo shit
That barkin' won't do shit
Got guns like I'm ISIS
Big whoop whoop shit
Don't fight, shoot shit
We move like a unit
Don't need no computers
Oh you got a strap, nigga, go on, bust it then
Looking at my chain, nigga, go on, touch it then
I just wanna know if that shit really shoot
I just wanna know if that trigger finger loose
Oh you got a strap, nigga, go on, bust it then
Looking at my chain, nigga, go on, touch it then
I just wanna know if that shit really shoot
I just wanna know if that trigger finger loose