G$ Lil Ronnie (Gang Talk) lyrics

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G$ Lil Ronnie


We ain't finna dodge sh*t lil n*gga, play with us then it's lit
Don't pull no tuuwaps if you ain't bussing it n*gga
We make a n*gga sprint, old broke ass n*gga got a pocket full of lint
Every day I blow a n*gga rent. On gang!
Ay, (Ay) Good dope on the counter right now what you want? You can go heard and buy
These drop off top, Ima keep one hundred you ain't even need to test it you ain't even gotta try it..
Hold on just give me one second let me wipp it and hit it with the blessing cool off, let me drive..
Poppin this pecs till I'm Mf*cken tired, f*ck the other side when we catch em, we slide!
Back on the road for the blow I ain't even like to drive, b*tch I'm on my way with a shaufer..
Chips on me like I'm finna pull up play poker! Back stage at the show, whip the dope like the promoter
If a n*gga really want smoke, we load him! Hold on what you say? Reapet it, quote him
Back on the lean and I'm wanted like F##G, for the bread gon fed leave the dead like

Sauce Brazy

Scoot up bussing shots up out the Mase(rati).. n*gga they talk like they though, but no Bodies..
How you a trapper you spend all your profits? Catch you on the block, I spot em I got him. I got his b*tch, give me sloppy toppy
When I finish Ima kick her to dirt.. You a lil b*tch you ain't putting no work..
I be killing n*gga, i might go buy me a hurse, it's enough of that spilling.. Back to the dripping, I just went and broke your b*tch for the didger..
Lame ass n*gga ride round in the city, I got like 50 pounds in the fiska
On the way to the trap finna get break down, n*gga talk about robbing till he hear chopper sound, I'm not gon stop shooting till I see a man down! (man down) Man down!
Stop all that though talking how you a Dogg with no bucking ( Suu)
I'm on that f*ck sh*t every day, how you a killer with no place to stay
Your big dawg need to evelete itself, broke n*gga you ain't getting nowhere
Kill you and then get up out there


G$ Lil Ronnie

Fisrt class n*gga going everywhere, Balenciaga I hen bought like every pair, you claiming the block but you never there...
So many Glocks, that it looks like a gunfare , swear it ain't fair
Jump out the whip them b*tches gon stare, Fisrt night them b*tches gon f*ck, Lil Ronnie going dumb
Been rocking vasace like chucks, ay so much cash pay somebody count it up
Ay remember I was broke couldn't even get nobody to pick me up
Now them b*tches wanna jump in the truck...
Why sitting like that when a n*gga scooting up cause the fogiatos got the motherf*cker mounted up
How you feel when a n*gga popping seals? Stuck! Pop a pill get back on the pecy waking up
In the kitchen tryna get it, tryna add a couple digits at the stove like grandad but I ain't baking up..
Pushing weight got a lil n*gga pockets on bough!
Run it up with sum loui V runners till they scalf
I'm on whock, tec, grov, tuss
Got my b*tch looking at me like Chuck that's too much,!
Got me looking back at her like b*tch you know wass up better shut up!
Better suck a n*gga di*k till I nut up.. Now let me get back to moving these pounds got a n*gga looking cut up!

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