Ron Suno, Zay Munna - WHAT THEY GON SAY lyrics

Grrah-grrah, baow
Blrrt, baow
ENVIOUS
(Ron Suno
You niggas know the fuckin' vibes)
Gang, blrrt, baow
(Hol' up)

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms
(Gang) , started fucking 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 fuck 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' fuck 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 pussy
(They pussy) , 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]

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' fuck 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 fucking 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 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
(Gang)
Started fucking 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