Ron Suno What They Gon Say Lyrics

[Intro: Zay Munna & Ron Suno]
Grrah-grrah, baow
Blrrt, baow
(ENVIOUS)
Ron Suno, you niggas know the f*ckin' vibes
Gang, blrrt, baow
Hol' up

[Verse 1: Ron Suno & Zay Munna]
I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms (Gang), started f*cking her raw no problem
Please keep a stick 'cause you know that I got one (Gang), she gave me top just from the bottom
'Cause I got to hit that, split that, she wanna bring her friend, I said, "I'm with that" (Yeah)
It's too many opps, can't miss that, first nigga reach, then I swear he get clipped at (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
With the Mike Amiri I be drippin', steppin' Dior but I am not Christian (Nah)
When I pray to God I hope he listen, I'm smoking za', got a weed addiction (Yeah)
I be cookin' heat up in the kitchen, feel like Betty Crocker on a mission (Mission)
Nina on me and she different, I finger f*ck her, I love it when I hit it (Bah-bah-bah)
Glrrt-boom, glrrt-boom, you could get sent to the citizen news
What they gon' say? 'Cause they getting it too, too many knocks when I'm bending through
I'm off the Za', I'm smoking opps, he tryna run, he catch a shot (Boom)
Blrrt-bah, blrrt, all of these bullets gon' f*ck up his mind (Boom, boom, boom-boom)
Like, what they gon' say? 'Cause they know I'ma gangster (Yeah), got the strap he get cut like a shape-up
Niggas be dissin' but go get your cake up (Yeah), get bands, get cash, gon' wake up
Bullets gon' beam we gon aim at his neck (Yeah), act a fool when I move with this TEC
King of the Bronx niggas know I'm the best (Yeah), speak on a dead nigga you could be next (Boom)
I feel like Kobe Bryant on the Lakers, I catch you lacking with the chain, we take it (Yeah)
Channel 11 about to make him famous, he on the news, they said he couldn't make it (Huh)
Most of these niggas be capping, they p*ssy (They p*ssy), don't trip, you get ran at your hoodie
Oh, that's a opp? I could tell 'cause he looking, getting beat down like we in the booking (Yeah) Bullets gon' beam we gon aim at his neck (Yeah), act a fool when I move with this TEC
King of the Bronx, niggas know I'm the best (Yeah), speak on a dead nigga, you could be next
Bullets gon' beam we gon aim at his neck, act a fool when I move with this TEC
King of the Bronx niggas know I'm the best, speak on a dead nigga, you could be next (Glrrt, boom)
[Verse 2: Zay Munna]
I got shooters like it's Golden State (Baow), if he play he get hit in his face
Hop out chase down, shots on the 8 (Gllrt, baow), Poppa got .30 so get out the way (Move)
We get busy, he get shot in the spot if he jiggy, off the Migos, I really do Henny
Slide to the hill tryna catch me a Drilly (Baow-baow), shots at his torso gon' f*ck up his kidney
Thot on my body, get deady like Whitney (Thot), is you riding? 'Cause shit could get mixy
Think I'm lacking, I'm taking her with me (Boom), grrah-grrah (Grrah), think I'm lacking I'm taking her with me
Two TEC got a beam with a scope, he play, he reach, I throw, lil' bro on the block tryna up that scope (Bllllrt)
Free Sleep', we'll bend him with hollows, and you can't name a nigga I follow
King of my hood got me feeling like Rallow (Yeah)
If we f*cking I bustin' inside you, I get nasty from the back and I'm gripping her ass cheek (Uh-huh)
I'm a demon, just check out my rap sheet, bitches got bitches, the f*ck is a Jackie? (Damn)
Oh, he lacking, up the .30, I bust it for action, I'ma pop out the cut, like, what's cracking?
Catch him, scrap him, make sure we clap him (Bah-bah)

[Outro: Ron Suno]
I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms (Gang), started f*cking her raw no problem (Gang)
Please keep a stick 'cause you know that I got one, she gave me top just from the bottom
'Cause I got to hit that, split that, she wanna bring her friend, I said I'm with that (Gang)
It's too many opps, can't miss that, first nigga reach, then I swear he get clipped at
With the Mike Amiri I be drippin', steppin' Dior but I am not Christian