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Ron-Ron do that shit. Swervin' in the lane, big body, I can't back It up. I seen him throw that paper up In the air, I told him stack it up. Spit your hood with hella chopsticks and you ain't Gettin' far. Run Forrest Run, you better run 'cause We gon' tag 'em all. You niggas gotta stop That bussin' down and y'all ain't catchin' up. And all them niggas know the other side, they Ain't tough enough. I told that nigga don't open His mouth if he can't back it up. I told that nigga don't open his mouth if He can't back it up. fuck bitches, smoke weed, Pop bottles. Since I started rappin', every time I Look, I see a follower. Hunnid farmers on beat So he can go ahead and hide y'all. Yeah, I got high so I can feel like I be in a different time zone. Ain't gotta ask him as you look up in My eyes, you know my mind gone. Yeah, got High so I can feel like I be in A different time zone. Ain't gotta ask him as You look up in my eyes, you know my Mind gone. You know my mind gone. Speed race to foreign, down Vernon, we go tape It up. They like you still in the field, You done played enough. I had to make my Move, they like, "Damn, boy, you blowin' up." When we hit the party, better watch what you Throwin' up. Baby stone gorillas tryna pull up in The Bentley truck. I ain't have shit, so when I get it, I'ma live it up. Chopper with the beam, get close, watch me tip Him up. Glocks and XD's, no beam, we with The joggin' up. How you say you from the Land but can't hang with us? All I need is ten, watch me turn his Ass to angel dust. Swervin' in lane, bitch, I Still ain't spill a double cup. He ain't PNB 'cause his stupid ass ain't make The cut. Still like JGB, but I be posted In an old Cut. Take him to the back Just in case we gotta show him somethin'. You the type of nigga to ask the homie, "Could you hold this gun?" You the type of Nigga to ask the homie, "Could you hold this Gun?" Yeah, big pace and I'm back at it. Stripper bitch holdin' more ones than a crack Addict. Yeah, we don't listen to them niggas, they Is not active. Pulled the strap out and made Him do the jackrabbit. I think them niggas mad 'cause my money gettin' long. I think that nigga mad 'cause his bitch a Nympho. Yeah, it made the news, but the case Still cold. Tryna ask me about a what like A pig cover bone. Run up on a nigga that I'm with and You gon' get chipped. 2017, stash spot with a Big stick. Yeah, now he ballin' on these niggas Like Jones Jim. Different type of nigga, I don't Think that they could clone him. I was never good at math, but I'll snatch A nigga mind though. a Perky in the lean, But I need another line though. Late night slidin' on the opps, but I can't Catch a soul. Break that nigga nose, we left Him leakin' with a snotty nose. Brodie caught a case, break the safe and steal Pot of gold. High-speed chase, seen the jakes, He tried to take 'em home. Baby stone boogie On your block with my baby stones. With my baby stones. I'ma catch a body with My killers, nigga, right or wrong. We go double back and double back until them Niggas gone. Bust down jewels, solid gold, came from John Wong. Mister no face, no case, call me John Doe. My youngin caught a body and gassed Up like the Arco. Stomach fucked up, sippin' lean And poppin' Narcos. Duckin' out the crash, keep an Eye on move smart though. Move smart though.
Baby Stone Gorillas, AFN Peso, RONRONTHEPRODUCER — AFN This! BSG That!
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