[Intro: Zay Munna & Ron Suno]
Grrah-grrah, baow
Blrrt, baow
(ENVIOUS)
Ron Suno, you n***as know the fuckin' vibes
Gang, blrrt, baow
Hol' up

[Verse 1: Ron Suno & Zay Munna]
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 n***a 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
N***as 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 n***as know I'm the best (Yeah)
Speak on a dead n***a 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 n***as 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, n***as know I'm the best (Yeah)
Speak on a dead n***a, 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 n***as know I'm the best
Speak on a dead n***a, you could be next (Glrrt, boom)
[Verse 2: Zay Munna]
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 n***a 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)
[Outro: Ron Suno]
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 n***a reach, then I swear he get clipped at
With the Mike Amiri I be drippin', steppin' Dior but I am not Christian