Ron Suno and Sheff G - WINNERS

Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Bang, bang
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Fuck what you jackin' boy
Fuck what you claimin'
Fuck what you
Bang

I'm on the scene and we did it
You cannot fuck with a winner
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Gang
Fuck what you jackin', boy
Fuck what you claimin'
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em
Make a wrong move then (gang)
We gon' put 'em in motion
Bullets gon' rub up and down like it's lotion
Ron Suno, niggas know what I'm totin'
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smokin'
I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit' it
Choppas too big, we gon' aim at his fitted

I be too dead of the weed, had to wake up
We line 'em up, he get cut for the shape up
How you gon' flex? But you broke get ya cake up
Hop out, we spot 'em, we gon' have to break son
I pour the drink, pour the ice in the cup
Pull-up we link, probably fight in the club
Niggas want smoke then we lightin' him up
That's not ya mans, why you hypin' 'em up?
Look at the racks that I get in a day
Flip through the pack, I might flip through the cake
Niggas is broke, never been in a Wraith
I'm on the road, gotta bend with a Drake

Tell them niggas pull up, I just be totin' the semi
Tell them niggas, get with me
I might just hop out a Bentley
I might just spend like fifty, fifty

I'm on the scene and we did 'em
You cannot fuck with a winner
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Gang
Fuck what you jackin', boy
Fuck what you claimin'
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em
Make a wrong move then (gang)
We gon' put 'em in motion
Bullets gon' rub up and down like it's lotion
Ron Suno, niggas know what I'm totin'
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smokin'
I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit' it
Choppas too big, we gon' aim at his fitted (gang, bang)

Look, I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
I call up Billy, I pass it he wet 'em
I'll just rebound if he miss, like a center
Before the coat, brought a gun for the winter
Ayy, look, uppin' the chop
I'on't like birds, I'ma shot at a flock
Niggas like Sheff, "You be movin' too"
Niggas like Sheff, "You be movin' too hot"
I get the bands, I'm doublin' and flippin' it
I'm in the foreign, ya bitch in here whippin' it
I hit it once, she callin', she missin' it
Catch a new opp for the week, we dismissin' 'em
Ayy, ayy, look at him runnin'
I drop a bag on any who want it
Diss on the gang, be gone by the mornin'
Shots at his back he was frontin', ayy

I'm on the scene and we did 'em
You cannot fuck with a winner
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Gang
Fuck what you jackin', boy
Fuck what you claimin'
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em
Make a wrong move then (gang)
We gon' put 'em in motion
Bullets gon' rub up and down like it's lotion
Ron Suno, niggas know what I'm totin'
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smokin'
I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit' it
Choppas too big, we gon' aim at his fitted (gang, bang)

Written by:
Keron Foriest, Michael Williams, Samuel Irizarry

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