RANSOM Lyrics

I spent the summer, the winter, the fall, and spring I'm grindin', I'm chasin' the change, they say I changed

I went and bought a new chain Beggin' you stay in your lane, I'll make it rain I send shots from a distance, I walk up and wet them again

Gotta be sure, I go to war in Dior Baby, I'll never be yours Boy, that's one warning shot for the opp If we send two, the gun nigga gon' drop If we send three, that gun not a Glock

Young street niggas, we come from the block Level the score, I treat my exes like whores I treat my man like a stork, I keep her fly Shorty, she know I'ma slide, they fuck with me, that's suicide

She know I'ma ride, she know I'ma slide She know I'm one of the guys Stuck in the night, ain't committing no crimes But fuck it, we on demon time

Thugs cry, but I bet you can't tell Free all my niggas, that' sit in them cells Time gone by, I'm wishin' you well Life's a test, I hate that you failed

Demon time, on demon time Heaven sent, but I'ma send a knight Head up, you better pray tonight Cause a pussy nigga might take your life

I don't fuck with niggas, they phony I'm a real one, bitch, I roll up my loan I got some money, now he callin' me homie When I was broke, nigga, they didn't know me

I spent the summer, the winter, the fall, the spring I'm grindin', I'm chasin' the change, they say I changed I went and bought a new chain, beggar, you stay in your lane

I make it rain, I send shots from a distance I walk up and wet him again Gotta be sure, I go to Juan Dior Baby, I'll never be yours

Boy, that's one winner shot for the opp If we said two, then that nigga gon' drop If we said three, that gun not a Glock Young street niggas, we come from the block

Level the score, I treat my exes like whores I treat my man like a stork, I keep her fly Shorty, she know I'ma slide, they fuck with me, that's suicide

Suicide squad, when we pull on your block I don't fuck with many, cause niggas be opps You know Rowdy's rich, put that stick in the box Antisocial, I ain't talkin' a lot

Invest in money, but I ain't talkin' stocks You want it, I got it, then pull on the block These guns for real, we ain't use the props You reach for my chain, your ass get a chop

I spit the summer, the winter, the fall, the spring I'm grindin', I'm chasin' the change, chasin' the change bunch up

I spit the summer, the winter, the fall, the spring I'm grindin', I'm chasin' the change, they say I changed I went and bought a new chain, baby, you stay in your lane

I'm makin' rain, I send shots from a distance, I walk up and wet him again Gotta be sure, I go the long Dior, baby, I'll never be yours

Boy, that's one when I shot for the opp If we said two, then that nigga gon' drop If we said three, that gun not a Glock Young street niggas, we come from the block

Level the score, I treat my exes like whores I treat my man like a stork, I keep her fly Shorty, she know I'm a slide, they fuck with me, that's suicide

I treat my exes like whores I treat my man like a stork, I keep her fly

Shorty, she know I'm a slide, they fuck with me, that's suicide