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gang talk - g$ lil ronnie lyrics

[verse 1: g$ lil ronnie]
we ain’t finna duck sh*t lil n*gga
play wit us n its lit
dont pull no thuwop if you ain’t bustin it n*gga
well make a n*gga sprint
ol broke as n*gga got a pocket full of lint
everyday ill blow a n*gga rent
on gang (aye, ayee)
good dope on the counter right now what you wantin you can gon head n buy
get drop off top ima keep it one hundred you dont even need a tester you dont even gotta try it
hol on just gimme one sec lemme whip it n hit it wit the blessin cool off let me dry it
popinn these perkys till im mf tired
f*ck the other side when we catch em we slide
back on the road for the blow i dont even like to drive
b*tch on my way! wit the shof
chips on me like im finna pull up play poker
back stage at show wit the door like a promoter
if a n*gga really want smoke we loaded
hol on what you say repeat it quote it
back on the lean in the mornin like forgys
for the bread go fed leave em dead like tros

[verse 2: sauce bhrazy]
(drip, splash)
scoot up bustin shots up outta the mazi (graa)
n*ggas they talk like they tuff but not bout it (not bout it)
how you a trapper you spend all yo profit (huuh)
catch you on the block i spot i got em. (get em!)
i got his b*tch givin sloppy toppy (give it here)
when i finnish ima kick her to the dirt (yea)
you a lil b*tch you ain’t puttin no work (uh uh)
i be k!llin n*ggas i might go buy me a herse (ouu headshot)
its enough of the spillin back to dippin
(splash)
i just went and broke yo b*tch for the digits (for the digits)
lame ass n*gga ridin around ina civic (ina civic)
i got like 50 pound in the [?]
on the way to the trap finna get bussed dine (buss down)
n*ggas talkin bout robbin till they here chopper sounds (graaa)
im not gonna stop shootin till i see a man dine (man down)
man down
stop all that tuff talk (tuff talk)
how you a dog wit no bark (swooo)
im on that f*ck sh*t everyday (everyday)
how you a k!lla wit no place to stay (huuuh)
yo big dog needa elevate his self (elevate his self)
broke n*gga you ain’t gettin no where (no where)
k!ll you there up outta there

[verse 3: g$ lil ronnie]
first class n*gga goin every where
balenciagas i done bought like every pair
you clamin a block but you never there
so many glocks that it look like a gun fair swear it ain’t fair
jump out the whip them b*tches gon stare
first night them b*tches gon f*ck lil ronnie gon duck
been rockin versaces like chucks
so much cash pay somebody count it up
remember i was broke couldn’t even get n0body pick me up now b*tches wanna jump in the truck
why it sittin like that when a n*gga scootin up cause the forgiatos got the mf mounted up
how you feel when a n*gga pop a seal ?
stuck
pop a pill get back on the perc and wakin up
in the kitchen trynna get it trynna add a couple didgets at the stove like granny but i ain’t bakin up
pushing weight got a lil n*gga pockets on buff
run it up thats for louie v runners till they scuff
im on wok tech grove tuss
got my b*tch lookin at me like chuck thats too much
got me lookin back at her like b*tch you know whats up better shut up better suck a n*gga d*ck till i nut up
and leme get back to movin these pounds got a n*gga lookin cut up

- g lil ronnie lyrics

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