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Ron SUNO
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Hold up
Gang, bang, bang
Yes
Moms shouldn't know the fuckin' vibes
Niggas know this is Scout Gang
Huh
Yes, uh
When I bang, I'ma bang on the city
I let a dumb ass spray 'til it's empty
In the cut toting on a young Mickey
Play with this chicken, that boy get a ten piece
And I walk in with too many rockets
Gun is too big, it can't fit in my pocket
All of my flows too sick, make 'em toxic
Say that shit, bitch, I just spit, that's ironic
Do a drill in my house with that hooptie
Where my good memories never wear Ksubis
I just pulled an actress from a groupie
After I fuck, I'm stylin' like I'm Pooh Bear
Do a drill in my house with that hooptie
Where my good memories never wear Ksubis
I just pulled an actress from a groupie
After I fuck, I'm stylin' like I'm Pooh Bear
Like I'm tryna grab her a booty
And I'm slippin', grab you a toolie
From the back, tryna catch you a movie
And lil' bro tryna hop out the van like it's a movie
We'll slide with a K, oohie
And lil' bro tryna hop out broad day do a shootin'
Like if the cops tryna hop, we eludin'
Like if the cops tryna hop, we eludin'
Like this what a fuckin' gone body like
Why the fuck she on my body like?
Blue tips, she look like zombies
I hit with some shit, I think it was a shotty
I'm off a Perc', fuck a Roxy
I'm off a Perc', like fuck a Roxy
Off a Perc', gang, fuck a Roxy
Like yes, gang
Bring a pole up, that shit bout to zombie
I'm from the vent, niggas know where to find me
I told brodie to spin it, said copy
Just got the drop, he got left in the lobby
I'm from a city, better watch your body
Walk down the bed, it be a homi
Face shiny, they gon' need a ID
And no, he won't make it to IV
Like no, he won't make it to IV
Like and I keep a shooter beside me
And no, he won't make it to IV
Like and I keep a shooter beside me
For my chicken, that boy get a ten piece
Matter of fact, break 'em up to a nine piece
I'ma grill up the booth, better get out the way
'Fore the tec' get low when I up it and fire
When I bang, I'ma bang on the city
I let a dumb ass spray 'til it's empty
In the cut toting on a young Mickey
Play with this chicken, that boy get a ten piece
And I walk in with too many rockets
Gun is too big, it can't fit in my pocket
All of my flows too sick, make 'em toxic
Say that shit, bitch, I just spit, that's ironic
Moms shouldn't know the fuckin' vibes
Niggas know this is Scout Gang