Lyrics WHAT THEY GON SAY (feat. Zay Munna) - Ron Suno

Grrah-grrah (baow)
Blrrt, baow
(Envious)
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes (gang)
Blrrt, baow
Hol' up

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms (gang)
Started fuckin' 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 gettin' it too
Too many knocks when I'm bendin' 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 this guy, he get cut like a shape up
Niggas be dissin' but go get your cake up (yeah)
Get bands, straight cash, finna 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 lackin' 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 cappin', they pussy (they pussy)
Don't trip, you get ran at your hoodie
Oh, that's a opp? I could tell cause he looking
Gettin' 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 (grrrt, 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 (grt, 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 ridin'? cause shit could get mixy

Think I'm lackin', I'm takin' her with me (boom)
Grrah grrah (grrah), think I'm lackin', I'm takin' 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 (brrt)
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 Ralo (yeah)
If we fuckin' I'm bustin' inside you
I get nasty from the back and I'm grippin' 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 lackin', 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 fuckin' 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 (christian)