What They Gon Say

Grrah-grrah, baow
Bllllrt, baow
Ron Suno, you niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Hey, bllllrt, baow
Hol' up

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms (yeah)
Started fucking her raw no problem
Please keep a stick 'cause you know that I got one (yeah)
She gave me top just from the bottle
'Cause I got to hit that, split that
She wanna bring her friend I said I'm with that (yeah)
Is 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 listens
I'm smoking Za, got away with gang shit (yeah)
I be quick to heat up in the kitchen
Feel like Benny Crocker on a mission (mission)
Nina on me and she different, I finger fuck her
I love it when I hit it (bah-bah-bah)

Gllrt-boom, gllrt-boom, you could get sent to the citizen news
What they gon' say 'cause they getting it too
Too many's knocks when I'm going through
I'm off the Za, I'm smoking opps
He tryna run, he catch a shot (boom)
Bllrt-bah, bllrt
All of these bullets gon' fuck up his mind (boom, boom, boom-boom)

Like what they gon' say 'cause they know I'm a gangster (yeah)
Got the strap he get 'cause like a shapeup
Niggas be dissin' but go get your cake up (yeah)
Get bands, get cash, gon' wakeup
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 pussy (they pussy)
Don't trip we ran out 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)

I got shooters like it's Golden State (baow)
If he play, he get hurt in his face
Hop out chase that, shots on the 8 (gllrt, baow)
Papa got .30 so get out the way (move)
We get busy, he get shot in the spot if he jiggy, of the Migos, I really do Henny
Slide to the hill tryna catch me adrenaline (baow-baow)

Shots to his torso gon' fuck up his kidney
Thot on my body, get dead like Willie (thot)
Is you riding 'cause shit could get mixy
Think I'm lacking I'm taking her with me (oom), 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 fucking, I bust it inside you
I get nasty from the back and I'm gripping her asscheek (Uh-huh)
I'm a demon, just check out my rap sheet
Bitches got bitches, the fuck 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)

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms
Started fucking her raw, no problem (yeah)
Please keep a stick 'cause you know that I got one
She gave me top just from the bottle
'Cause I got to hit that, split that
She wanna bring her friend, I said I'm with that (Yeah)
Is too many opps, can't miss that, first nigga reach it, I swear he get clipped at
With the Mike Amiri I be drippin', steppin' Dior but I am not Christian



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Writer(s): Keron Joel Foriest, Paolo Meogrossi
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