Ryon - Smith & Wesson (feat. Isaac Ingram )

(Ou, Ou, Ou, Ou, Ou)
Got a lot of racks on me
(Me)
Making them moves
(Making them moves)
Got a lot of stacks on me
(Me)
Who are you
(Who are you)
I know why you left
I was never right
Got me feeling down
Got me staying up at night
Sleeping with a sticky
You know I don't wanna die
Paranoia got me anxious
So I'm running from my life
Got to call it quits
Baby too legit
Swerve around the block
Hop inside the fisker whip
Hop up on this track
Do the dash
Then I dip
And just like my Smith & Wesson
Baby, stick to my hip
To my hip
Stick to my hip
Never leave my side
Yeah
(Ou, Ou, Ou)
Aye
Niggas, they know I'm gone ride
Yeah
And I been with all of my niggas
You know that we up late at night
Yeah
Niggas, they parked in the front
But we in the back
We catching a vibe
Yeah
Nigga been trying to play me
He'll get roasted
My niggas waked & baked
They baked as fuck
I swear they toasted
I'm drinking on the palm bays
Nigga you know that the liquor been loaded
I don't want to feel it no more
Imma stay in, think I got the corona
I been feeling sick
Nigga help
Nigga help
Yeah, yeah
Stick to my side
Need some help
Yeah
Fuck that
I'll do it myself
Yeah
Aye
These niggas been signing
But they on the shelf
Yeah
I know why you left
I was never right
Got me feeling down
Got me staying up at night
Sleeping with a sticky
You know I don't wanna die
Paranoia got me anxious
So I'm running from my life
Got to call it quits
Baby too legit
Swerve around the block
Hop inside the fisker whip
Hop up on this track
Do the dash
Then I dip
And just like my Smith & Wesson
Baby, stick to my hip
To my hip
Yeah
Woah
I'm on the Wok
I'm on the lean
(Wok, Wok)
Yeah
I'm shooting shots
Shots at your team
(Shots, Shots)
Yeah
On this side grass is green
(Green, Green)
I'm to stylish Mr. Clean
Mr. Clean
Oh
Had to zero out the fade
(Woah, Woah)
Pouring ounces in the Faygo
(Go, Go!)
I hit a lick
Hit a stain
(Stain)
Suwoo on my balmain
(Suwoo, Suwoo)
Who are you
Boy, we not the same
You know what to do
You can just stay in your lane
All of these boys are like computers
Man, they all sound the same
I slur my S's so you know I cannot feel no pain
I know why you left
I was never right
Got me feeling down
Got me staying up at night
Sleeping with a sticky
You know I don't wanna die
Paranoia got me anxious
So I'm running from my life
Got to call it quits
Baby too legit
Swerve around the block
Hop inside the fisker whip
Hop up on this track
Do the dash
Then I dip
And just like my Smith & Wesson
Baby, stick to my hip
To my hip

Written by:
Charles Smith, Isaac Ingram, Ryon Smith

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