Untitled ft. RonnieShotz Lyrics

Hollup

Uh yeah

Yeah ONO nigga

Yeah yeah

I gotta clip onna side of my body

Run down nd we caring shotties

Yea she Dominican callin me poppy

Shoot up the spot cuz a nigga give cocky

Hold on yeah I need bags

Need twins

Need 20 nd two FN's

Like a hawk wen we hawk on his mans

Runnin away wen we hawk em again

Masked up like I done put the whole face on

Gun get to singing like it's Trey Songz

Gun stretch his skin nd make his face long

I be stepping on niggas like Draymon

Outta da way wen deez niggas be cappin

I'm tryna get money like wat is you stackin

Told her shut the fuck up wen she hear dat I'm rappin

Can money wake up wit a brand new patek

A nigga been shady no glasses

Got diamonds on wrist cuz u kno dat shit plastic

Mag on my hip nd I'm uppin to blast it

Smokin dis backy y the fuck would I pass it

(Phew)

All in my zip

Catchin deez bullets his body get zipped

Smokin a facer I'm higher den blimps

Pump on my leg nd I walk wit a limp

Jus fucked her been hittin my griddy

Blowin my phone I jus left y she miss me

Thinkin its Fiji the way dat she drippy

O-N-O number one in da city

Nigga been king of dis shit feel like Bron

I knockin yo mans nd yo don

Bullets start flying in thinkin it's Ron

O-N-O nigga one of kind

Damn

Early inna morning I needed a cup

You said it was beef so I'm leavin stuck

Feelin like Orton I gave em punt

The body be discovered right inna trunk

Tryna get money nd get outta slums

Shotgun too em like he gotta new front

One man nd I be packing a punch

We could fight but you kno it's not over

I need high tech where da samosa

I feel like Lucki I might need a clover

Brody in range wen da rover came closer

Need sumn big he gone slide inna hummer

Fuckin his bitch now he mad dats a bummer

I rap nd get high nd we high inna summer

He wanted da smoke but you niggas be duckin

Huh

Niggas they kno not to play wit ya boy

Smokin a backy I'm smokin yo boy

3.5 really K'ing dem boys

Like Hollup let rollup let's get it

Gas gonna fuck up my pivot

We leavin em livid

Honda boy slide inna civic

Countin deez blessings feel gifted

Gifted lil nigga I really feel blessed

You needa stop breathing I'm hittin his chest

Body start tweakin you think it's Tourette's

Like buddy stop glitchin we took out ya breath

Like Hollup he need a lil minute

Niggas be knowin I'm speedin thru limits

Damn a nigga start gasping

Cancel a nigga jus like he a fraction