Ron Suno - Winners lyrics

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Ron Suno - Winners lyrics

(Intro) Ron Suno ni**as know the fu*king vibes Bang, bang I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December fu*k what you jacking boy fu*k what you claiming fu*k what you... Bang (Chorus: Ron Suno) I'm on the scene and we did 'em You cannot fu*k with a winner I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Gang fu*k what you jacking boy fu*k what you claiming Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em Make a wrong move then we... Gang We gon put 'em in motion Bullets gon rub up and down like it's lotion Ron Suno, ni**as know what I'm toting Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smoking I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic ni**as too soft, bet them ni**as not wit it Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted (Verse 1: Ron Suno) 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 How bout 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 ni**as want smoke then we lighting him up That's not ya mans, why you hyping 'em up? Look at the racks that I get in a day Flip through the pack, I might flip through the cake ni**as is broke never been in a Wraith I'm on the road gotta bend with a drake (Interlude: Ron Suno) Tell them ni**as pull up, i just be toting the semi Tell them ni**as, get with me I might just hop out a Bentley I might just spend like 50 (Chorus: Ron Suno) I'm on the scene and we did 'em You cannot fu*k with a winner I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Gang fu*k what you jacking boy fu*k what you claiming Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em Make a wrong move then we... Gang We gon put 'em in motion Bullets gon rub up and down like it's lotion Ron Suno, ni**as know what I'm toting Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smoking I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em We get 'em Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic ni**as too soft, bet them ni**as not wit it Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted (Verse 2: Sheff G) 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 Ay, look Uppin' the chop Ion like birds, imma shot at the flock ni**as like Sheff, "you be moving too..." ni**as like Sheff, "you be moving too hot" I get the bands I'm double n' flippin' it I'm in the foreign, ya b*tch in here whippin it I hit it once, she calling, she missing it Catch a new opp for the week, we dismissing 'em Ay, ay Look at him running I drop a bag on any, on any who want it Diss on the gang, be gone by the morning Shots at his back he was frontin' (Chorus: Ron Suno) I'm on the scene and we did 'em You cannot fu*k with a winner I keep the Glock in the sprinter I make it hot in December Gang fu*k what you jacking boy fu*k what you claiming Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take 'em Make a wrong move then we... Gang We gon put 'em in motion Bullets gon rub up and down like it's lotion Ron Suno, ni**as know what I'm toting Roll up a blunt and the gas that I'm smoking I cannot wait 'til we catch 'em, we get 'em Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic ni**as too soft, bet them ni**as not wit it Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted

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